My Sister Stole My Blessed Fate
Theron’s claws sank deeper into the snow, Darius’s gaze darkened, and Lucan folded part of his wings above us.
Selene’s fingers tightened around her skirt. She had taken the Blessed Female title so Theron, Darius, and Lucan would circle her the way they had once circled me. Now calculation had entered their eyes.
She moved closer. “Sunspire is safer than this place. We are sisters. I can have Theron arrange a place for you.”
“Where?” I asked. “Beside your stone house, or inside their patrol line?”
Color drained from her face.
“Selene, if you enjoy being worshipped, keep it. Do not drag me into your house. Frostbrook’s wind is cleaner than Sunspire’s chains.”