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That bit, at least, had been part of Cassandra’s plan. Now, the building couldn’t even be seen when driving by. The bayou had reclaimed the wreckage, erasing both the structure and the tragedy from the minds of the locals. It was as if the building itself had wrapped itself in a protective cloak of trees and moss. Cassandra’s little crumbling castle in the bayou. Crumbling, like she was. She had been beautiful once. And powerful. Curious, too. And that had led to her biggest failure. Cassandra liked to push her power to the absolute fringes of possibility. It hadn’t been enough for her to perform the ancient rites and spells of her people. Even speaking and raising the dead had lost its lust

I feel more than a touch of pride flying by his side, knowing that he is mine and always will be. Together we are flying under a cloudless sky, next to a large, blood-red moon. My scales of gold, and his of green, glow the color of rust under the strange moonlight. "Our world is burning, Carnelia." He warns me. "Don't breathe too deeply." I look down and see that indeed the earth beneath us was engulfed in flames. The spires of a grand castle crumble to fiery ash, taking with it the city under its shadow. It is strangely familiar, that castle. A prison of glass and stone crafted in power to crush the weak and underprivileged.

We couldn’t ignore the consequences anymore, the line we were about to cross. The building we were heading to was a dilapidated structure, a remnant of the city’s forgotten past. Its crumbling walls and shattered windows made it look like a place where even the sun had given up. But it was exactly the kind of place Marcus would hide in—a place that would give him the advantage, where he could see everyone coming but remain unseen.

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"But the wooden supports have not been checked in months. If the water hits the main beams before the freezing weather returns, this whole side of the castle will collapse into the marsh before sunrise." He did not move away from me. But as he spoke, a deep, heavy groan echoed from the stones right beneath our feet. It was the sound of the ancient foundation shifting under the weight of the flood. Then, a sharp metallic snap came from the middle of the drain as the iron bars began to bend upward.

I told myself that I would find a way, but I was lying to myself even then. Dartmoor was filled with unfamiliar scents. They became more pungent and bitter the further I went, until they were almost overwhelming. Never were they stronger than when I reached a dark, crumbling castle. It sat high on a hill, the ground around it barren save for dead trees. Thin red vines ran up the castle’s decaying stone walls, and as I neared, I noticed fleshy tendrils rising like towers from its base, waving in the wind. Were these the “anomalies” the book had referred to? Did that mean I was too late?

Leaving poorly, jagged seams behind like scars. I stagger back, breath ragged. “What are you doing?” I whisper to the castle. “What are you becoming?” The walls tremble again, weaker this time, and suddenly I understand. This isn’t the castle’s doing. This is her. Nyxara isn’t creating these horrors anymore. She’s losing her grip on them. The vines aren’t new illusions. They’re old ones; nightmares seeded into the castle long ago, breaking free now that the spell work holding them in place is unraveling.

Talon's gaze was hardened, blazing with anger but also laced with an intensity Alaric couldn’t ignore. Talon lay beneath him, his long golden hair splayed out in disarray on the cracked stone of the courtyard, framing his striking, pale face. His skin was almost luminescent against the smoke-darkened ground, and his crimson eyes, fierce and smoldering, held Alaric’s in a way that made his breath hitch. He couldn't believe it. Why, even after so many years, did this crazy bird still look so undeniably captivating? The castle groaned once more, and behind them, the entire west wing crumbled, collapsing in on itself with a deafening crash. Dust and embers scattered, casting an eerie haze over t

Two months later "They're here!" Brock bellowed from upstairs. The castle rebuilding was almost finished. It was no longer a crumbling ruin, even the way it had been before the fire. His tenants had worked hard, and Joanna had hired many more local men to help. The promise of decent wages along with noon and evening meals had drawn men from miles.