“How long?” I snarled, whirling around the second we slipped into the hall. It wasn’t anger beating in my chest, pumping heat and magic through my veins, but betrayal—so much betrayal. When Dain didn’t answer, I repeated myself. “How long have they been here, Dain?”The air around me began to thicken, turning warm with humidity that made my skin shine with perspiration. Dain’s face remained stoic, free of emotion and that fact only upset me more.He could handle my anger, but what of my grief?It wasn’t the crackling of flame that burned away his mask, or the fact that his clothes and hair were currently smoldering, sending thick smoke spewing into the corridor we occupied.What destroyed the persona he often used to hide his emotions were the tears that pooled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks.His lips curved downwards in a severe frown and sorrow so potent filled his eyes that I couldn’

I’ve always heard about the excitement or dread one feels the night before an event. Whether it be a wedding, or the birth of a child, adrenaline and restlessness would swirl beneath the skin for hours on end, stirring all sorts of thoughts until sleep became an impossibility. No one talked about afterwards, when every ounce of that pent up exhaustion hit you like a freight train, sending you veering off course and headfirst into a coma-like sleep. I’d barely managed to wash myself free of the blood and grime, scanning my pale torso from head to toe for any wounds. The small cuts and scrapes I’d sustained were already healing, though the bruises would take a bit longer to switch between their myriad of colors before fading entirely. Lying in bed, surrounded by the plushness of silken blankets and lacey pillows left me feeling inadequate. We hadn’t been gone from the castle for long, at most a good four hours, yet I couldn’t help but feel as though everything had changed. The girl w

Even though I asked if they’d tag along, the first two days of training I endured alone.It was strange enough going through the motions without Adley by my side, not that I could blame her, but some small part of me had hoped my parents would find a way to accept the magic that thrummed in my veins.The voice of the bull whispered in my head, warning me they would never accept me—never love me for who and what I was. I was more determined than ever to prove it wrong. Acceptance wouldn’t come over night, I knew that.Just as I thought I had some semblance of control over myself, night fell and I slid into the once peaceful realm of dreams where nothing but horror and madness awaited me. It was in my dreams that it taunted and tortured me, wearing down my control until I felt disconnected from my body—an outsider possessing someone else’s form.As I opened my eyes each morning, I was already exhausted. Fighting a war at night and training during the day was wearing on me, and I knew it

I woke from the horrible nightmare with a start, my eyes instantly watering from the sunlight that scalded them. A rush of panic swallowed the scream in my throat but did nothing to stop the stomach clenching sensation that came when standing at a great height and staring at the ground far below. A cool morning breeze lapped at my face, chilling the sweat that clung to my rosy skin.How had I gotten out here?For several seconds I held still, staring at my feet as they hovered halfway over the balcony’s ledge. The stained-glass doors leading back into my suite were thrown wide open, but I had no recollection of having touched them in the first place.Half of me scrambled to find an explanation for my current whereabouts, while the other tried to make sense of the disturbing memory the White Bull had shown me.I’d long ago discovered Dain’s mishap and how the Bull had whispered in his ear until my mate was desperate enough to let him in, but I hadn’t known the full extent of the horror

I was saved from training with Helios when he flagged me down and gave me news of Aidan. The guy I grew up with had finally awoken from the magically induced coma he’d been put into, and as I raced down the winding corridors with the remnants of my rage still weighing on my mind, all I could think about was that this was finally over.Aidan would see, he had to.For almost a full minute I stood in the doorway staring at him, tallying up the physical changes he’d gone through since we last saw one another.The most noticeable change was how he shifted from the build of a lanky teenager to that of a man, set with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline coated in dark stubble. It was the subtle changes I cared about, like the unnatural stillness in the way that he sat, propped against the plush pillows of his hospital bed. The Aidan I grew up with couldn’t sit still, not without tapping his foot or fidgeting with something in his hands. Right now, his eyes were glued to the wall of tall wind