His Rejected Mate's Secret
It bent unnaturally toward the approaching wave, like the air itself was being pulled into alignment with something unseen.
I stepped forward onto the battlement edge.
Below, Bloodstone’s defensive layers were already reacting, archers nocking arrows, shield units forming lines, runners moving between stations.
But I saw the hesitation.
The slight delay in movement.
The uncertainty that had not been there before.
Fear wasn’t loud.
It was slow.
And it was spreading.
The Red Tide hit the outer perimeter again.
This time, it didn’t test.
It pushed.
The front line collided with our outer defense structures, and for the first time, I saw them behave differently.