ELENA’S POV The ruined courtyard of the High Council Citadel was older than the kingdoms themselves. It sat exposed to the elements, a hollow ring of shattered obsidian pillars wrapped in frozen ivy. The ground was paved with fractured black stone, and overhead, the silver moonlight cut through the mountain fog like a series of pale blades. It was a beautiful, dead place. It suited me perfectly. I stood in the center of the ruins, my long burgundy silk gown pooling around my leather boots. The heavy fur cloak Nikolai had given me hung loosely from my shoulders, keeping the biting mountain wind from my skin. Every few seconds, the silver signet ring on my right hand would pulse, sending a steady, icy current of Eclipse magic through my veins. It kept the exhaustion at bay. It kept the memories from turning into pain. Since I had stepped onto the southern borders, the void inside my chest had become my greatest armor. I felt no nervousness. I felt no fear. I was simply a predator
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