Seris:
The cold found me first. Slipping through the narrow space between skin and air as I stood barefoot on stone, one last glance cast toward the bed we shared.
She didn't stir.
Not when I drew the covers up to her shoulders. Not when I kissed her temple and whispered a silent vow against her hair, and not now, as I left the room that had become a sacred place—if only for a night.
I moved through the still corridors like a shadow with a pulse. The palace was hushed, tucked beneath the lull of stars and secrets. Outside, however, the world was bracing itself. War, like winter, never waited.
The door groaned softly as I stepped out, and there they were.
Bruin cloaked in moon-dyed steel, jaw set like carved stone. Ridge, his crimson mantle whispering of blood and vengeance. Rook, Sag
