The morning of the trial dawned gray and cold, matching the knot of dread in my stomach. I'd barely slept, my dreams filled with visions of the three challenges ahead. Physical combat I could handle—my Moonfire powers had grown stronger every day. Mental combat would be harder, but I'd learned to shield my thoughts. It was the spiritual combat that terrified me. What if the Shadow King was right? What if my soul wasn't strong enough to bear the weight of an entire world's future?Dante had been gone when I woke, leaving another note: Training with Marcus. Back by noon. Try to eat something. - DI smiled despite my nerves. Even facing the most important fight of our lives, he was still trying to take care of me. But when I made my way to the kitchen, I found I wasn't alone.Sarah sat at the ta
