Crown of Betrayal
The wind lost its edge, no longer clawing at the walls but moving past, restless rather than frantic.
Tomas noticed first. His shoulders eased as he set another log on the fire.
“Storm’s easing,” he murmured.
Aerin nodded. “Good.”
Inside Briar’s mind, the vision came unbidden.
Three flames burned in the dark.
One silver-white, steady and luminous.
One embered, shadow-laced, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath moonlight.
Between them, a third—green and deep as old forests.
The silver flame turned first.
It had Briar’s face.
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