Chapter 32 Fire And Frost
- The night had never felt so long.
- Lucian materialized in his throne room, the scent of smoke and scorched flesh clinging to his every breath. His cloak was half-burned, the fine embroidery melted into the leather beneath. His once-perfect hands trembled as he peeled off his gloves — the skin beneath blackened, cracked, still faintly steaming.
- The Sun’s mark had touched him.