Chapter 14

• The break of the dawn was going to bring an avalanche of emotions, stratus of dark gray clouds layered together were forming a thick covering in sky preventing any sunlight to seep through the pores.
• Cold snow painted the earth white instead of the greens of forest grounds. Rhysand extended his hand searching for Medusa in his sleep.
• Sleep was a blessing to him, his childhood had been filled with nightmares no child should ever be bestowed with.