The chill never went away. I had been trudging through the forests in the north for two days. I had eaten only what I could find and had not slept properly. I was getting closer to collapsing with each mile, but I was also getting farther away from Rhys.

I kept hearing the Seer's words over and over. She had attested to the fact that Michael's soul was imprisoned. That truth was a weapon I carried with me.

At last, I arrived at the Old Hawk seer's domain—the mountainside.

His fortress was ...