Dawn crept over Silverwood like a wounded animal.
The square was silent. Every shutter on every cottage was closed, every door barred. But behind the windows, eyes were watching. The whole town knew what was happening in the middle of the square, and no one dared to stop it.
Lucian stood on one side of the fountain, breathing hard, his shirt in shreds. His eyes burned gold. Across from him, on the far side of the stone wolf, stood Kael, his lip split, his hands dark with blood. His eyes kept changing. Gold.
Red. Gold again. It was as though the curse and the man were fighting over the color.
They had been at it all night. Neither of them was winning.
“She is down there, Lucian,” Kael said hoarsely, nodding at the fountain. “Whatever you do to me, she is still down there.”
“Then tell
