Blood of the Black Moon
The scout reeled back—and blew a horn cut short, like a question swallowed.
Answers arrived.
Standards lifted from the haze at all points of the compass: Dominion black, stitched with the sigil of the heart rendered as an eye. At their center rode a figure in pale ash robes, hood thrown back to reveal hair like frost and eyes like a kindness that remembered knives.
Serane.
Zevran’s breath left him once, not fear but recognition borne like a debt. He met Kaelira’s gaze. No orders. No foolish promises. The bond steadied, and with it, her.
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