Chapter 22 THE GIRL FROM THE RUINS

They woke her before dawn.

Not Roman. Not Kael. Not Seris.

A guard—young, nervous, smelling of steel and uncertainty.

He knocked once, then again, harder. “Luna,” he called, voice cracking. “You’re needed in the lower courtyard.”

Aria sat up, sleep falling away like shattered glass. Her veins di...

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