Chapter 119

**Evangeline's POV**

The shadow throne felt like ice beneath me, cold enough to burn through the midnight silk of my gown. I sat perfectly still, my back straight, my expression carved from winter stone. Around me, the throne room stretched in all directions, black marble floors that reflected nothing, pillars that twisted toward a ceiling lost in darkness.

I was the Shadow Queen. I was power made flesh. I was everything I had been meant to become.

So why ...