Marked By Midnight
And by the gods Shealith was just like Due, unbothered queens.
Still, Shaelith turned to look at me slowly, and for the first time in what felt like months, she smiled at me. A small, knowing, almost conspiratorial smile.
“You little naughty thing,” I whispered, reaching over to poke her tiny nose.
She giggled. Actually giggled, and that sound, gods, that sound could melt steel.
Seraphira, ever her sister’s twin flame, started laughing too. She wasn’t even sure what Shealith was laughing about, but the joy was contagious. Her laugh was more musical, high and free like bells in the wind.
Hot Chapters