Search for the Silver-Eyed

The success in the War Room had bought me time, but it had also painted a larger, brighter target on my back. Now, everyone knew I wasn't just a political puppet; I was a piece of useful, dangerous knowledge. Rhys's hatred felt colder, sharper.

I knew the truth of my lineage was the key to this whole nightmare. Silas had called us "King-Killers," but he had also spoken of forgotten magic. Demetrius’s use of the word "prophecy" confirmed this story was real, it ...