The sky above the destroyed manor was forever twilight—neither day nor night. A forgotten place, raked by the might of Melucia.

Here, under a vaulted ceiling of smoldered vines and shattered moonstone, the twins were held captive.

Axel and Dani slept intertwined next to one another on a moss-covered stone ledge.

There was a gentle hum in the air—a lullaby almost off key, almost off magic. They were put to unnatural sleep, although their minds were otherwise restless, attracted by ...