Amelia’s POV

The forest was deathly silent, every breath of wind sharp as knives.

I crouched low behind the tree, my pulse pounding so hard I swore Elaine could hear it.

And that’s when I saw him.

The figure Elaine was talking to, he stood there with broad shoulders and that dark hair and that unmistakable mark on his neck from the first and only time I saw him.

My breath hitched, my fingers digging into the bark beside me.

Ragnarok.

The leader of Glimmeria.

The same Ragnarok who ...