ire
der brother, and his mate were waiting in the grand
dn't hold much joy; instead, his eyes w
ore me, a sharp ache hit my nose, and I had to bite
ad led to all of them being slaughtered right in front of my eyes. This time, I
at the bottom of t
-shouldered, his golden hair catching the light, his features devastatingly han
e silver dagger strapped to my thigh and plunge it straight into his chest. It took e
intimate, husky register that used to make my he
out hi
sive. The touch made my stomach heave. It felt like a venomous snake coiling around my wrist. The memory of the freezin
nt. The smug satisfaction in his eyes deepened, and he ga
-gold spectacle, the seats lined with plush velvet, the air heavy wit
oved through the estate, he soaked up the cheers and praises of t
n!" "May the Moon Godd
ring crowd. My heart was a dead, quiet thing, and
reason Claire Bryant
and. It was a hastily drawn map detailing the estate and the surrounding
ifferent paths for the majority of the journey. But there was one
rtip against the m
t of convergence. My
re that both processions arrived at the Moon Temple at the
fening rumble s
nnatural, sudden darkness. Ominous, purple-black storm clouds rolled
against my ribs like a w
s rai
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