ora
had found for me. It was simple, elegant, with a slit tha
one, carrying no invitation and weari
doors to a private, gilded rune-lift sliding sh
and slipped through the gap ju
. The royal crest of Kensington, a magnificent golden
n't a
wore a perfectly tailored black dragon-scale tunic, the shoulders ad
family posses
him. The guard's eyes locked on me, and his h
bdomen. "I apologize," I murmured
e next floor, but the tall
to l
pair of ice-blue eyes. They were as cold and sharp a
aric Kensington.
ouchable, and completely
er my face for a fraction of a second. I felt like prey pinned by
ring of dark green beads betw
t him with a limp, but he stood perfectly st
" the guard,
g spoke. His voice was a low, resonant ba
ra Nu
away from the capital for years, avoiding all social
he know
manded submission, yet a strange, r
g his teeth in disbelief. In all his years of service, he had lik
ave his glasses a slight pus
a soft chime, revealing the glit
glance at me, his steps firm and
last look filled with suspi
lded cage, my heart ham
lan. I had never imagined I would come fa
in to steady my racing pulse. I needed to
re Ethan and Cassia.
mposed myself, and step
royal transport and bowed low, immediately ushe
ped from the ceiling. Nobles in their finest scale-patterned gown
d Cassia held court at the main
t them, to a quie
rolling those dark bea
eyes were fixed
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