“Atreus!” Layla screamed. The ruby-inlaid dagger Layla had gotten from Niniane dropped from Atreus’ hand before he crumpled to the ground. “Oh, God!”

Layla ran to him desperately, a fleeting thought of how he’d managed to get the dagger running through her mind. Had he returned to the cemetery the night she was kidnapped to retrieve it?

When Layla reached Atreus, his skin was still burning under the sun’s unrelenting power. Ravana watched with a cold ...