Chapter 103

• Author’s POV
• “Are you ready?” Vivian’s voice carried over the rush of water below, steady but edged with something like worry.
• Rose stood at the very edge of the cliff, the jagged stone cold beneath her bare feet, wind whipping her hair back like a dark banner. Her eyes flicked down to the churning river below, the current a golden coil of power glinting under the morning sun. Her wrists and ankles were bound with coarse ropes, the fibers biting into her skin each time she shifted. She swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the mist rising from the water.