Silver Queen of Lunar Ridge
Suddenly, a violent, white-hot heat flared deep inside my chest.
I gasped, my hands instantly gripping the edge of the desk as my vision blurred into a sea of swimming black dots. The hidden royal magic in my blood was waking up again, reacting violently to the intense, dark energy codes of the Vance family security protocols on the screen. The heat rushed up my throat, thick and suffocating, and the bitter, unmistakable taste of copper flooded my tongue.