Bootsteps at the entrance. Three silhouettes.
Kaelen had thought that was poetry. Now, as his back hit the cold stone of a dead-end chamber, he realized it was prophecy.
Lyra’s shield had caught Kaelen across the ribs. Torvin’s dagger had opened his side in a neat, professional line. They hadn’t even hesitated.
That faith had just cost him everything.
Bootsteps at the entrance. Three silhouettes.
Kaelen had thought that was poetry. Now, as his back hit the cold stone of a dead-end chamber, he realized it was prophecy. Bootsteps at the entrance
Lyra’s shield had caught Kaelen across the ribs. Torvin’s dagger had opened his side in a neat, professional line. They hadn’t even hesitated. Bootsteps at the entrance
That faith had just cost him everything. Bootsteps at the entrance