Claven's POVThe forest road stretched endlessly before me, swallowed by mist and moonlight. I drove in silence, hands tight on the steering wheel, every muscle alert. Behind me, warriors rode in the convoy, engines rumbling like restless beasts. Mia sat beside me with her legs tucked under her and her jacket raped over her for warmth, though what chilled her wasn’t the cold, it was my mood.We had been on the road for four hours. Four hours good hours since Traven sent the brief, clipped message: “I found Xandia.” Four hours since my phone calls to my stepbrother began going unanswered. But four hours wasn’t the problem. The problem was why Traven wasn’t picking up. My jaw flexed, brows knitted. “He knows we’re coming,” I muttered under my breath.“Maybe he’s busy?” Mia suggested softly.“Busy enough to ignore ten calls?” I snapped, then
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