The Price Of Fate
Just a small, aching awareness that I was lying in a strange land, with my mate close enough to see but not close enough to hold, and ahead of me waited a kingdom that belonged to a father I did not know.
My father. King Tobias Viremont. The Halfblood King. Ruthless, Victor had said. My best hope, Ronan had said. Both things could be true. That was what frightened me. I stared into the darkness and thought of Emberfall. I tried to picture it from Spiro’s words. Cleaner air. Land that breathed. Rivers less cruel. Soil that answered Tobias. A place people wanted to enter because the rest of the Outlands had been eaten by ash, war, dragon fire, wraith magic, and desperation.