Unknown’s POV

Somewhere Between Lunaria and Nightshade

The journey took three days.

Fifty soldiers surrounded King Cyrus's carriage, their silver-tipped weapons gleaming in the unnatural twilight that marked the border between human lands and vampire territory. The sky changed as they crossed—the warm gold of Lunaria fading to a bruised purple, the sun struggling to pierce clouds that seemed to hang too low, too heavy.

Cyrus watched the transformation through the carriage window, his ...