From Heir’s Revenge
Return of the Aghyrians Book 4
THERE WAS a light in the yard next door.
Ellisandra stopped halfway through pulling the curtains shut and peered into the snowy dusk, where the grey buildings of the city faded into the murk of mist and falling snowflakes. The yard of her house was already covered in a good layer of snow, gilded by the glow from the windows downstairs. The wall that surrounded the yard had acquired a white cap, as yet undisturbed by the wind or the creatures of the night. On the other side of the wall, a snowy expanse stretched to the ruin of the house next door. In amongst the broken and fire-blackened walls stood a storm light, its flapping flame casting long shadows in the snow and on whatever remained of the walls.
That was odd. There hadn’t been a
