Chapter 109

**Celeste's POV**

The dagger felt alive in my hands.

I sat on the edge of my bed in the shadow palace, turning the weapon over and over, watching the black flames dance along its blade. They didn't burn me.... my skin had grown cold enough to match their temperature, but I could feel their hunger. Their eagerness to taste blood.

"It's beautiful," I whispered.

Silas stood by the window, his silver eyes reflecting the strange light of the three moons. ...