The image refused to leave her mind.
Ronan.
Standing beside the enemy.
Wearing black armor.
Silent.
Broken.
Every time Kaelira closed her eyes, she saw him again.
The man who had once stood between her and every danger now stood beside the people trying to destroy everything they loved.
The guards took her back to her cell before sunset.
They locked the iron door and left without a word.
Kaelira sat on the cold stone floor, hugging her knees.
She wanted to hate him.
It would have been easier.
But something deep inside her refused.
Because when she had looked into his eyes…
She hadn’t seen loyalty.
She had seen pain.
That night, the enemy camp erupted in celebration.
Music echoed through the valley.
The soldiers believed the war was already won.
The Blood Sovereign was i
