MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY
The kind of night that makes you think about what you might not see again.
“Mount up,” Lucas said, but honestly, nobody needed telling. They were already in the saddle, ready to ride.
And off they went, heading for the old mill where the real trouble waited. Five knights, different as chalk and cheese, but bound tighter than blood, about to walk into whatever hell Kael had cooked up, just because Marcus meant that much.
Behind them, the castle slept, clueless. In front, a nightmare camp of corrupted soldiers and a magic way nastier than anything in the stories.