Selene awoke from a deep sleep, her memory fuzzy. Groggy, she blinked slowly as her eyes longed for the return to slumber. She was in Jezran’s Tower, laying upon a rather comfortable bed. It was likely one of the beds arranged when they arrived in the Hollow that first night. The faint glow of hazy…

The sound of rushing air and crashing rock filled her ears. Lendrig’s power released her mid-flight, allowing Selene’s natural instincts to kick in. Her body rolled into the landing as best it could, cushioning enough that she suffered nothing worse than a dozen scrapes and bruises. None of that mattered to her. The only thing…

Lendrig began his dark work immediately. The False Heart pulsed at a faster rhythm as its colour changed from green to a pale blue. Argent, still unconscious, suddenly spasmed. There were no wounds on his body to draw blood, yet the thrumming of the False Heart seemed to draw something out of him. Moonlight was…