Nikolai

A fire was burning in my veins, a poison in my blood. Fury was too simple a word. Rage felt too clean. This was a living, breathing entity of pure outrage that had taken root in my chest, its thorns digging deeper with every beat of my heart. It was a storm I had no hope of controlling.

The meeting in Lunaria should have left me satisfied. I’d played Cyrus’s game and won, securing everything Veridian needed. But the moment I’d stepped out of that gilded palace, my nose had ...