Chapter 14 The Siege Of The Sun

• The return to the Citadel was a blur of silver-plate armor and the smell of cooling shadow-mist.
• Silas didn't speak as the royal carriage surged through the gates. His violet eyes were fixed on the horizon, his jaw so tight it looked carved from the mountain itself. The moment the wheels stopped on the marble courtyard, he was out, his hand wrapping around Anna’s wrist with a grip that was more possessive than protective.
• "Hestia! Take her to the Inner Sanctum," Silas roared, his Alpha command making the nearby guards flinch. "Double the guard! I want the obsidian wards active on every window!"