Shroud of the Cursed Blade

: The Lun

estate's library, her fingers tracing the worn leather o

a cryptic warning that stirred the luna within her; a

o-ceiling windows, a city of corporate towers and gritty clubs

controlling traditions, her blindness from a brutal attack yea

an alternate universe, was her rebellion

es lined with ancient tomes on Veyrholt'

gy woven into the estate. Her scars; jagged lines across her face and neck itched, a reminder of

murkier, tied to the diary's vision

ad come to her after the attack, left on her bedside table with no expl

gue pilot bound by fate. Time travel, or something close, a system that whispered of an alternate un

power, but his manipulative schemes; marrying her off t

belt, her badgirl edge surfacing as she sensed Elyse's presence. Her younger si

se said, her

he diary, she'd been careless, and Elyse's sharp eyes missed nothing

ed, stepping closer. "Note

't give me that secrets

roine vibe, her ability to cut through Veyrholt's bull

ave Saria from a brutal clan still hung between

fear. The diary's visions had shown Elyse in dange

d," Saria said,

It shows things; visions, warnings

t; citrus and steel sharpened with tension. "It's dange

e and unease. "That alpha who rolled in like he owns the place? W

harisma, had stirred something in the estate's air; a power

acade. She wasn't ready to tell Elyse everything, not about the diary's time-tra

deserved

ia admitted, her fingers

just here for Father's deals. He's hu

cking in. "And Toren? The pilot you keep staring at

The rogue pilot's gray eyes, scarred hands, and fated mates pull had

tive stance against Kael, his angsty defia

er earlier words. "He's got his o

So we're all screwed, huh? Me with Father's marriage plans, you with your glowi

and finding Elyse's arm.

Veyrholt's underworld, rogues who wan

pulative, and

ou've been protecting me since that clan deal, Saria. Whe

crifice to keep Saria from a brutal king. It was a betrayal

t, a rebirth in the dark, but she'd kept t

in." Elyse pulled her into a quick hug, her gamer toughness c

harp knock. A guard's voice called thro

our presence. Dinner w

pulling back.

her's games. B

t her hip. Kael's presence meant trouble; a

f carvings seeming to whisper warnings. They entered the dini

ing, his king-like aura suffocating. Toren stood by the windo

te, his crimson eyes glint

e smooth but controlling. "Toren, Kael, joi

ous attraction that made her skin prickle. Toren's eyes flicked to Elyse, a ste

efiance barely hiding her fear of t

the eldest, your marriage is key. Traditi

eat. Kael's obsessive stare confirmed it. He wasn't jus

ut Saria felt the weight of her hidden identity, the curse tying h

What's your

g. "Elyse's betrothal is set. A powerful man, not

even if it meant wielding her luna powers, risking everything. The diary's visions flashed: a s

. "Tradition's a cage, Calden. The

a shared primal energy linking them. Elyse's gamer instincts ki

ttlefield, and they were all player

thud. A faint glow pulses from its pages, and a vision sears her mind: Elyse, pregnant and desperat