The courtyard fell into stunned silence.
Nysera’s heart pounded so violently she thought everyone could hear it.
The man standing beyond the shattered gates looked exactly like her.
The same silver hair.
The same sapphire-blue eyes.
The same crescent-shaped birthmark near his neck.
He smiled as though they had never been separated.
“Little sister…”
“I’ve searched for you for years.”
Draven stepped forward, placing himself between Nysera and the stranger.
“One more step,” he warned, his voice cold as steel, “and you’ll lose your head.”
The man’s smile faded.
“I didn’t come to fight my own family.”
Kael tightened his grip on his sword.
“Family?” he scoffed.
“The Moonborn bloodline was wiped out twenty-five years ago.”
“So we were all told.”
The stranger slowly removed his cr
