The air in the Citadel was thick with a new kind of tension,not the cold dread of the Void, but the hot, prickly scent of a hunt concluded.
Kael had returned from the human sector, and he hadn't come back empty handed,In the center of the courtyard, bound in heavy iron chains and smelling of stale gin and terror, was Silas Sterling.
Zehra stood on the balcony, her hands gripping the stone railing so hard her knuckles turned as white as the snow. Seeing him again felt like a physical blow to her stomach.
The Sight flared, showing her the attic room, the cold porridge, and the heavy thud of the door being locked.
"Is that him?" Derek’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble behind her,He had approached silently, his aura flaring like a localized sun, He saw the way Zehra’s shoulders hunched
