INICIAR SESIÓNPOV Natalie"Adriam." My mouth tastes like ash. "What did you just bind me to?"He doesn't answer. He's staring at his own chest like it betrayed him."Adrian!""I don't know.""You don't know?" Glass crunches under my palms as I push myself up. "You said you knew this ritual. You said""I said the last two who tried it died." His voice is wrecked. "I never said I knew what happens to the ones who live.""There weren't any who lived!""That's what worries me."I laugh. It comes out wrong, high and cracked. "You couldn't have mentioned that before I put my mouth on your arm?""Would it have changed your mind?"I open my mouth. Close it."No," I admit. "Probably not.""Then I saved us from the argument.""That isn't funny.""I'm not laughing." He finally looks at me. "Are you hurt? Anything. Tell me.""My chest feels..." I press my hand there. "Warm."I hear how that
POV Adrian"Natalie. Look at me."She doesn't. Her eyes are locked on the altar, and they're wrong. White. No color, no pupils, nothing of her left in them."Natalie!"Her heels scrape across the marble. Something is dragging her, and there's nothing there but the altar, humming like a throat right before a scream.I wrap an arm around her waist and plant my boots. It doesn't matter. The floor slides under me like I weigh nothing. Three hundred years of strength, and I'm being hauled along like a child."Adrian." Her voice is thin, far away. "It's warm. It feels warm.""Don't say that.""It knows my name.""It knows everyone's name right before it kills them!""No." She smiles, and it's the worst thing I've ever seen. "It's not killing me. It's asking."Her knees give out. I catch all of her, and her skin is ice. Five minutes ago she was burning against me. Now her lips are going blue."Stay with me. Say something. Insult me.""You're... very loud.""There she is." My laugh cracks in
POV LucasLucas"Kill him!"Williams’ A scream hit the cathedral walls and came back at me twice. I felt it in my teeth."Commander! Did you hear me? Put your sword through the King. Now!"My sword was already out. I didn't remember drawing it.The King knelt on the marble between the altar steps and the ring of Elders, one palm flat on the stone, the other hand stretched toward me. His crown lay by the altar where it had rolled.I had taught him to hold a sword in this city. He was nine. He cried when he lost, and I told him that was allowed, as long as he picked the sword back up. He wasn't crying now. He looked like a man who had forgotten how."Lucas," he said. His voice was thin. Wrong. This was a man who used to shout down generals. "Please.""Your Majesty, you shouldn't be here. Nobody crosses the ring during the Red Moon rite. You know the law.""I know the law." He laughed, and it broke into a cough. "I wrote half of it.""He broke the circle!" Williams came down the altar st
POV AdrianThe cathedral doors didn't open for me. I broke them.The wood cracked. One hinge tore out of the stone and rang across the marble like a bell. Then I was inside, and every guard in the nave turned around at once."Intruder!""It's him! Close ranks!""Don't let him reach the altar!"I didn't slow down. The first guard got his spear up. I knocked it wide and drove my sword under his arm. He folded without a sound. The second came at my left. I caught his wrist, snapped it, and threw him into a pillar.Two more rushed me. I took one blade on mine and kicked the other in the chest so hard he went through a row of pews."Adrian, please." The next one was young. His sword shook in his hands. "Don't make me do this.""Then move.""We have orders from the High Council!""I don't care who gave them."He swung. I stepped inside it and hit him with the pommel. He dropped.That was nine. Maybe
POV AdrianThe wall wouldn’t break.I drove my shoulder into it again. The plaster cracked. Something behind it rattled.“My lord, stop. Please.” Orrin’s voice shook. The old archivist stood in the doorway with his lamp held up like a shield. “That wall is sealed by royal decree.”“By Williams decree.” I hit it again. “Which is exactly why I’m tearing it down.”“You don’t understand what you’re““Then explain it to me.” I turned on him. My knuckles were split open and I didn’t care. “Three nights ago you told me the founder’s scroll burned in the fire. Then I found fresh mortar behind the third shelf. Fresh, Orrin. Not old. Not fire scorched.”He said nothing.“Say something.”“I was told to say it was lost.”“By who?”His mouth opened. Closed. His eyes slid away from mine, toward the door Williams guards used.That was enough to answer.I grabbed an iron shelf bracket off the floor and swung it at the wall. Stone chunks fell. Dust filled my mouth. Another swing. Another. A hole opene
POV Adrian"Natalie!"My voice slammed against the stone walls of my chambers, bouncing off the vaulted ceiling and coming back to me empty.Silence answered.I threw the thick double doors wide, my knuckles turning white against the polished iron latch. The room was colder than it should have been.The heavy velvet drapes were torn wide. Across the chamber, the iron balcony gates stood thrown outward, swinging wildly on their hinges as the freezing mountain wind howled straight into the room."Natalie!" I roared again, taking three long strides across the rug.The bed was untouched. Her silver hairbrush was sitting on the vanity. But her cloak was gone.I lunged onto the stone balcony, gripping the frosted railing until the stone cracked beneath my bare hand.I looked up.High above the black peaks of the citadel, the sun was completely gone. The ancient Red Moon had rolled directly into its path, locking into place. A thick, suffocating wave of bleeding crimson light washed over the







