Stone and dirt have given way to new materials for the battlefield. Blood saturated it, bone hallowed it, and it shook under the weight of things much older than battle.
The wind whirled around Seren as if it knew her name, and she stood in the middle of it all, barefoot and with blood on her gown.
The Hollow had fallen silent.
Not because the fight was over, but because something greater had begun.
Slowly, deadly control caused Kael's chest to rise and fall. Sweat and blood, his own and not, glistened on his exposed skin. He was staring at her with something much more dangerous than lust or even rage.
Doubt.
She had stepped into power he didn’t understand.
“You called the spirits,” he said finally, his voice like cracking stone.
“I didn’t call them,” Seren whispered. “They’ve b
