Kingdom of Ash

hills beyond the city walls, bonfires had
kindled.
Rowan had finally stopped growling at the
sight. As if they had tugged on some thread of
memory, of pain.
But then they’d passed by a group of Fae
soldiers out drinking and Rowan had gone
still. Had sized the warriors up in that cold,
calculating way that told Elide he’d crafted
some plan.
When they’d ducked into an alley, the Fae
Prince had laid it out in stark, brutal terms.
A week later, and here they were. The
shouting grew in the building above.
Elide grimaced as the cracking wood
overpowered the ringing city bells. “Should
we help?”
Gavriel ran a tattooed hand through his
golden hair. The names of warriors who had
fallen under his command, he’d explained