EiraThe Hall of the Ancestors, hidden deep within the belly of the mountain, offered an isolated, timeless refuge, but our time was running out with merciless speed. And worse, so was my patience.We had been here for five days now. My body had physically recovered. The cut the Bloodstiller’s blade had left on my left thigh had healed completely, but its mark had not faded at all. A long, uneven scar remained on my skin, throbbing as though a foreign heart were beating beneath it. Whenever Zade came near me, a faint greenish-gold light pulsed along the scar, and a hot, burning itch traveled up from my leg toward my spine, concentrating the tension between my thighs.The dragonfire that had saved my life was inside my blood now.And it had absolutely no intention of obeying me.We stood on the windswept plateau known as the Whispering Peak, high above the hall. The air was so thin and freezing here that every breath sliced into my lungs like a blade.“You’re holding it too tightly, Ei
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