The moon disappeared behind walls of thunderclouds. Wind tore through the capital, clawing at The Bastion’s stone walls. But it couldn’t reach beyond. Ipsit was still the seat of Curzon’s power and the Storm King had no jurisdiction there.

“I have to go to him,” Violet whispered, hanging out her window.

Eden was somewhere inside that storm. They’d shared magic enough times now that his presence cried out for hers. She needed to be near him.

“Hurry!” Hestia ...