Lorcan clenched his jaw, making no
attempt to disguise his footsteps. If Gavriel’s
ears were sharp enough to have heard every
word of their conversation, the Lion certainly
knew he was approaching. And certainly knew
better than to shove his nose in their business.
Yet Lorcan still found himself scanning
Elide’s face, waiting for her answer.
And when she ignored both the Lion and
Lorcan, he found himself wishing he hadn’t
spoken at all.
Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius,
consort, husband, and mate of the Queen of
Terrasen, knew he was dreaming.
He knew it, because he could see her.
There was only darkness here. And wind.
And a great, yawning chasm between them.
No bottom existed in that abyss, that crack
in the world. But he could hear whispers