Verity's POV

I was summoned at dusk, the message was delivered by one of Veyran's shadow messengers—a skeletal-like creature that dissolved into smoke the moment I acknowledged its message. “Veyran requests your presence in his private chambers. Strategic matters to be discussed.”

I should have known better.

Three years in the Darklands had taught me to read between the lines, to sense when something was off. But I was tired, my mind still reeling from my latest visit to the dungeons ...