Chapter 105 And Bone
- The wind was too quiet.
- Espen stood at the edge of the battlements, the fractured stone biting into her palms as she stared into the dark. Her magic pulsed low and volatile beneath her skin—like a second heartbeat, faster than the first. Around her, the fortress buzzed with movement. Steel sharpened. Orders barked. Dragons screeched in the distance.
- But her eyes were only on the horizon.