Burning oil dripped from the rusted bars of my brother’s cage, hissing as each black droplet struck the frost-covered flagstones below. Up on the shattered gallery, Celeste tilted the blazing torch an inch closer to Marcus’s oil-soaked rags. The sweet, helpless healer who had stolen my life in Silvercrest was gone; in her place stood a cold-blooded puppeteer wearing a victorious sneer. "Strip off the Lycan King’s cloak and sever his mark right now, Aria," Celeste called down, her voice ringing above the snarls of the battle outside. "Walk out those gates in chains, or watch the last of the Sterling bloodline burn alive." Beside me, Alpha Julian stared up at the woman he had betrayed me for, his face pale with disbelief. "Celeste, what are you doing?" he choked out. "You swore you didn't know anything about the cells beneath the packhouse!" "Shut up, Julian," Celeste laughed cruelly, not even sparing him a glance. "You were useful while I needed an Alpha’s seal to move silv
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