Bound by the Cursed Moon
The door to Genna's small room stood ajar, and inside we found her sitting rigid and pale at her small writing desk, a folded letter clutched in trembling hands, and standing over her, a single hunter with silver already drawn and a cruel, patient smile that told me he had been enjoying this far longer than the scene suggested.
"Ah," the hunter said, not even startled by our arrival. "The Ashveil heir himself. How generous of you to deliver yourself directly to us."
Kieran moved first, faster than I had ever seen him move, and the fight that followed was brutal and short, Dorian's blade finding its mark before the hunter could so much as raise his silver, and then it was over, the room falli