CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

ELARA’S POV

Chaos never announces itself. It just explodes.

One moment Alaric was standing beside me, steady and warm, and the next… his entire face shifted into something I had never seen before. His skin turned a terrifying shade of blue, like life itself was draining out of him. His eyes bulged. His lips trembled. His fingers clawed at the air like he was fighting for breath that refused to enter his lungs.

“The king is dying!” someone screamed.

The palace ...