We did not speak as we left the library. Even cloaked in silence, I could feel Ellowen's magic vibrating at the edge of her skin like a storm straining against its sky. Mine was not much different; it was steady but simmering. Controlled, but ready to ignite. What we had seen in that library had shaken even me.
Ardanis and Vaelor. Lovers. Co-conspirators. Power-drunk manipulators walked through Fae history's echoing halls like they owned it. Speaking of Morkai's absence as a strategy. Speaking of destruction planned, calculated, fed into the deep like kindling to a blaze. They had nearly destroyed the Pearl Castle. And now, they had no idea where Morkai was.
