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Twenty-Nine Rose A ll I could do was stare at the tall beast in front of me, shaped like a man but made of magic even blacker than night. Wispy tendrils of shadow danced off his shoulders and drifted from his fingertips. Great, pointed wings rose from his back, and his eyes crackled with white lightning. The Shadow Lord was terrifyingly beautiful and inhuman, radiating so much power it made my hands tremble, but I couldn’t back down. “Where is Raith?” I called out. “What have you done with him?” “Raith.” The monster’s voice was cold and jarring, like the scrape of claws against glass. “Raith is gone.” “Gone?” I stumbled back and pressed a hand to my stomach, overwhelmed by worry. No, it wasn’t possible. Gone didn’t necessarily mean gone. But what if Raith had already fought him and f
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