Poppy's POV

　　The whispers of the wind carry the scent of victory through the corridors of stone and deceit. I inhale deeply, allowing the aroma of impending triumph to saturate my lungs. My heart beats with a fervor that matches the pulse of the Luparian Kingdom, thrumming in the wake of Elliot's downfall.

　　"Have you heard?" James sidles up to me, his eyes gleaming like shards of moonlight. His voice is barely audible over the sounds of our ...