Ember Frost’s POV

“Bullshit,” I snapped.

The High Priestess made a strangled sound, caught somewhere between rage and panic, but Malachar didn’t even glance at her. That alone seemed to push the woman closer to losing control.

“My lord—this insolence, this disrespect—”

“Enough,” Malachar said quietly.

It wasn't loud, but the cavern fell silent all the same. Even the High Priestess stopped talking.

A knot tightened in my stomach as I watched a thin strand of black mist ...