A Veil of Ash and Glass
Far from the townhouse, buried in trees that didn’t care about titles or ledgers, Althea slept fitfully.
Her magic sprawled around her like an exhausted animal, curled instinctively toward the nearest steady heat.
Luca’s arm was draped over her waist, fingers tangled with hers.
Umbra lay at her back, a warm weight, the steady rhythm of his breathing marking the boundary of the bed.
In the space just beyond the lodge walls, things watched.
Not the hungry little creatures she’d encountered. Something older.
Something that had felt her pull the thread and smiled in the dark.
A Tikbalang, half man and half horse, stretched itself along the edge of the clearing and waited. He was standing there w
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