LOGINThe ground gave way in a rush of falling rock and dust, and for one heart-stopping moment Gianna felt her horse lurch violently beneath her, the animal's front legs sliding into the widening crack that had opened across the narrow path. She screamed, grabbing desperately at the saddle, but the horse's panic sent them both tilting dangerously toward the edge.Nolan reacted instantly, spurring his own horse forward and reaching across the gap between them, his hand closing around her arm with bruising force just as her horse stumbled fully off the crumbling ledge. He hauled her sideways with brutal strength, pulling her free of the saddle entirely as her terrified horse plunged over the edge alone, its scream cutting off abruptly moments later.Gianna clung to Nolan, her heart hammering against her ribs, gratitude and horror tangled together as she realized how close she'd come to following her horse into that fatal drop. But the relief was short-lived. Cries of alarm echoed from furthe
Gianna kept her blade raised, watching Cyrus carefully in the dim moonlight filtering through the tent's opening. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice low but sharp. "How did you even find our camp?""I followed your trail," Cyrus said, holding his hands up slightly, palms open, as though to prove he meant no harm. "I heard what happened. About Luna. I came to help.""Help," Gianna repeated flatly, disbelief thick in her voice. "Why would you possibly want to help me?"Cyrus was quiet for a moment, his expression carrying something Gianna hadn't seen from him before, a rawness that looked almost like genuine shame. "After everything Pietra did," he said finally, "the humiliation, the entire kingdom laughing at what a fool I'd become, I wanted to prove I could still be useful for something. That I'm not simply a joke people whisper about behind closed doors."Gianna studied him carefully, weighing his words against everything she knew of his character, everything he'd don
They broke camp at first light, the strange, unnatural clouds still hanging low overhead, though they hadn't produced the storm Gianna had feared through the night. The entire group rode hard, following the general direction Wren's guidance had provided, pushing their horses as far as the animals could reasonably endure before finally slowing to conserve their strength for the days still ahead.Nolan rode in near total silence for most of the journey, his eyes fixed forward, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. Gianna understood the silence well enough. She recognized the same fear consuming him that gnawed at her own chest with every mile they covered, the terror that no matter how quickly they moved, they might still arrive too late.By late afternoon, exhaustion had begun taking its toll on both riders and horses alike, and Elmund suggested they stop briefly at a small village they'd spotted nestled at the base of a hill ahead, hoping to rest the animals and gather what supplies
Gianna stared at the glowing pearls in disbelief, her heart pounding with a strange mixture of hope and confusion. She had expected, if anything happened at all, to hear Iris's familiar voice threading through her mind. Instead, when the voice finally came, it carried an unfamiliar warmth, softer than Iris's had been, but no less steady."You are not who I expected to answer," the voice said, gentle amusement coloring the words. "But I suppose that matters little now.""Who are you?" Gianna asked aloud, glancing around instinctively to make sure none of the nearby soldiers had noticed her speaking alone into the darkness."My name is Wren," the voice said. "I was a friend of Iris, long ago, before either of us passed from the world of the living. She spoke of you often, near the end. I did not expect to ever make use of this connection myself, but circumstances have clearly changed."Gianna felt tears prick unexpectedly at the corners of her eyes at the mention of Iris, grief and grat
The strange guard gave them what he could, or claimed he could, before Elmund's men bound him securely and dragged him back toward the palace for further questioning. He named the general direction of Vaelthorn, described a mountain pass that marked its border, and warned, with that same infuriating smile, that they would find the journey far harder than the telling of it.Back within the palace walls, Nolan wasted no time assembling his forces. He called together his most seasoned warriors, men who had fought beside him through the darkest days of his reign, choosing each one carefully with an eye toward both skill and unshakable loyalty."We leave within the hour," he announced, moving through the war room with brisk, purposeful strides, maps already spread across the table before him. "Pack light. We travel fast.""I'm coming with you," Gianna said, standing at the edge of the room, her arms crossed, her expression daring him to argue.Nolan looked up, and though concern flickered
"Vaelthorn," the strange guard said finally, his voice still carrying that unsettling, layered quality. "Though I doubt the name means anything to either of you. It matters little, since you will never reach it in time regardless.""Then why tell us at all?" Gianna demanded, watching him closely, searching for any hint of deception or hidden purpose behind his willingness to share even that much."Because my master enjoys a challenge," the man said, his lips curling into that same unnatural smile. "He would find it disappointing if you simply gave up the chase entirely. Where would the satisfaction be in that, when he finally completes what he's sought for three hundred years?"Nolan's grip on his sword tightened further, his patience wearing dangerously thin. "You keep speaking as though this man of yours is some kind of god," he said. "Explain what exactly he wants with my daughter. Real answers, not riddles."The guard tilted his head slightly, studying them both as though weighing
Gianna turned around slowly.Nolan was still standing by the window, his expression unreadable in the firelight."You found him," she said."I did.""Who was it?""A council member named Broderick. He holds a seat in the lower chamber and oversees trade regulations for the outer markets."Gianna fr
Gianna dressed quickly, pulling on a dark cloak that would help her blend into the night.She was halfway down the stairs when Cyrus appeared.He stood at the bottom, watching her descend with narrowed eyes."You're in a hurry," he said.Gianna kept walking."I asked you a question." He stepped int
Chapter FiveThe King didn't look at her again.He moved to the head of the table, sat, and the entire banquet resumed around him, everyone pretending the last five minutes had been completely normal.Gianna walked back to their seats with Cyrus's hand clamped around her elbow the entire way.He l
Chapter FourCyrus and Pietra said goodbye at the door for four full minutes.Gianna watched from inside the carriage through the small window, arms crossed, expression blank.Pietra had both of Cyrus's hands in hers. She was looking up at him saying something – Gianna couldn't hear it and honestl







