The noose Curzon stretched around Basharr was tightening. Neve, Buhen, and Basharr were all that stood between the Blood King and total conquest of the elven realms. She and Eden couldn’t afford to practice their magic anymore—war beckoned them on.

“Are you nervous?” Eden asked.

They were on the palace grounds, an entire squadron of soldiers recruited from the capital and the closest nobles’ estates around them. They were setting out to defend the kingdom and meet with ...