Todos los capítulos de The Dragon Queen’s Revenge: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 17

Chapter 12Chapter TwelveCassian’s POVI hadn’t slept properly since the coronation. Sleep, when it came at all, arrived in short, restless stretches, broken by the same dream — my own voice, giving an order I never meant to give, watching flames consume everything I’d once considered safe. I would wake with my jaw clenched so tight it ached for hours afterward.Tonight was no different, except that tonight, at least, I hadn’t bothered trying.I stood on the balcony off my chambers instead, watching the capital settle into its usual restless quiet, torches flickering along the merchant quarter, the distant sound of a night watch calling the hour. Somewhere below me, an entire kingdom believed I had wanted this. Believed I had wanted the crown, the throne, the blood that had bought me both.None of them knew how wrong they were. None of them ever would. A king who confessed to guilt was a king who invited his own council to remove him, and I had two sisters who needed me to survive lo

Elyria’s POVNight fell heavier than usual, thick clouds smothering what little moonlight might have otherwise slipped through the trees. We’d spent the hours since Alex’s warning preparing in the only ways we could—Maren hiding what little evidence of us existed, Harry pacing a groove into the floorboards, and me trying, mostly without success, to keep my breathing steady.It was the horses we heard first. Distant at first, then closer, hooves against wet earth, moving with a purpose that no lost traveler would have.“Douse the fire,” Maren said quietly, already moving toward the window. “Now.”I closed my hand, and the flame in the hearth died instantly, plunging the cottage into near-total darkness, broken only by the faint gray light bleeding through the shutters. Harry froze mid-step, and even Alex, who had insisted on staying despite Maren’s protests, went utterly still.Through the gap in the shutters, I watched two riders emerge from the treeline, dismounting a short distance

Chapter 16Elyria's POVThe dream came the way they always did lately — sudden, vivid, more real than sleep had any right to feel.I stood somewhere I had never been, on a cliffside overlooking an ocean of clouds instead of water, the air thin and cold enough to sting. Mountains rose around me, sharper and taller than the Ashen range, their peaks disappearing into a sky the color of a bruise, purple and gold bleeding together at the edges.And then I heard it. A sound too deep to be entirely a roar, too resonant to be entirely thunder, rolling up from somewhere far below the cliff's edge, vibrating through the stone beneath my feet and into my very bones.*Elyria.*The voice wasn't spoken so much as felt, pressing against the inside of my skull like something ancient trying to fold itself into a shape my mind could hold. I turned, searching the empty cliffside, finding nothing, no one, only wind and stone and that impossible sky.*You are close now. Closer than you have been in three