The forest no longer whispered secrets. It roared with them.

Aria stood in the moonlight, her fingers trembling where they clutched the edge of her cloak. The sky above bled silver and violet, the winds humming with magic thick enough to choke her lungs. Somewhere behind her, the Circle prepared for another siege—but none of that mattered right now.

What mattered was the war inside her.

For days since the Mirror Gate cracked and her twisted reflection had spoken through the veil, Aria had ...