The moment Liora crossed the boundary of the garden and slipped into the dark forest beyond, the air around her shifted. The ever-present hum of the fae court’s magic faded, replaced by something wilder, more primal. The trees here were ancient, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest floor. A cold wind swept through the underbrush, carrying with it the faint, ominous whisper of the fae pursuing her.
They knew.
Liora’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The rogue’s warning echoed in her mind—the fae do not forgive those who break their bargains. She had severed the bond with Kaelan, but in doing so, she had made herself a target. Now, the court was hunting her, and the full wei
