Thorne Point Of View.

“Aria, the lunar flame?”

I don’t remember leaving the council chamber.

One second I was staring at Aria, at her wide eyes and trembling voice as she told me about that damned dream, and the next, I was back in my room, my hands still shaking, my head spinning.

“Hell no.” I muttered to myself.

I shut the door behind me hard enough to make the walls tremble.

The air felt thick, heavy with her scent. Pine, rain, and that strange warmth that always clung to ...