CHAPTER 31 : THE HEART OF SILVER — THE ROAR OF SHADOWS AND SUNLIGHT
THE HUNT OF PREDATORS
The night wind howled through the black pines of the Golden Mountains, stirring clouds of ancient snow and mineral dust in the wake of the royal company. The horses foamed with exertion, their flanks steaming in the freezing air, yet not a single rider slowed.
Ian rode at the front.
He no longer resembled the man who had laughed with Mia in the Citadel gardens only hours earlier. The gentleness was gone. The fear was gone.
Only one thing remained : the hunt.
Astrild’s and Vespara’s magic still drifted over his skin like an invisible veil. Threads of moonlit silver occasionally coiled around his wrists before dissolving into the icy air, and his golden eyes burned in the darkness with an almost i
