Born of Ash and Night
“Where all this began.”
The Queen’s eyes widened slowly.
“The Ashlands,” she says. “The dead magic plains.”
V exhales shakily. “He thinks that place will crown him.”
Her eyes meet mine, fierce even through the fading.
“It’s where he dies,” she finishes.
Thunder rolls overhead—deep, unnatural, wrong.
The Queen straightens, resolve settling into her bones. “Prepare every army. Call in every debt.”
Ashton bares his teeth. “We march tonight.”
I tighten my hold on V, pressing my lips to her forehead like a vow.
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