Chapter 28 The Heart Of The Glacier

• The air in the High Throne room was so cold it felt like a physical weight, pressing against Anna’s lungs until they burned.
• Standing on the dais of jagged blue ice, Elena looked down at her sister with a smile that was more razor-blade than human. Her silver dragon-scale gown shimmered, reflecting the flat, mirror-like silver of Silas’s eyes as he stood motionless by her side.
• "Don't look so heartbroken, Anna," Elena cooed, her fingers—long, gray, and tipped with shadow-claws—resting possessively on Silas’s obsidian-armored chest. "He really is much more useful this way. No inconvenient 'mate-reverence,' no kneeling to Omegas... just pure, unadulterated power waiting for my command."