Chapter 20 The Ghost Of Moonveil

• The pain hit before either of us finished reading Kael's note twice.
• It tore through my chest like the mark itself had turned against me, and across the table I watched Riven seize with the same agony, both of us gripping the war room table hard enough to crack the wood beneath our hands. The bond didn't merely protest. It screamed, violent and possessive, some instinct older than either of us reacting to the mere existence of a name neither of us had heard yet.
• "Someone's coming," Riven ground out, once the worst of it passed. "The bond knows before we do."