Chapter 24 The Healer's Prophecy

• The night bled silver across the ruins.
• Lucien’s cloak fluttered behind him as we ran, the cold air slicing through every breath. My pulse matched the rhythm of our footsteps—fast, desperate, alive.
• We shouldn’t have survived the ambush at the eastern wall. The Shadows came with fire and bloodlust, and for a moment, I thought fate had finally caught up with us. But somehow, Lucien’s blade had found their hearts before their claws found mine.