The forest was frigid. I sprinted while holding the infant close to my chest. Despite the weight of his tiny frame, I continued to drive. Every action was a step toward Rhys's demise.

I ran alongside Kael. He was both powerful and quick.

Matilda was gone hours ago. She had gotten the treason documents and delivered them. We had gone to find the kingdom's source of freedom.

He was making Michael into a despot.

Rhys had woken up. The frigid wave of his rage was palpable.

I tried sending ...