Everything turned to smoke.
The laughter, the chants, the music, the crashing of goblets and the howls of drunken wolves…it all faded into static.
All but her.
She burned like fire.
Not just her dress…well, the red did cling to her like sin and temptation…but her presence. It struck him like a punch to the gut.Like a memory he was not ready for.
A wound he never stitched shut. A truth he never stopped bleeding from.
His senses zeroed in…sight, sound, scent…only her.
He could not breathe.The world dissolved.
Everything blurred into a dull roar, muffled as if underwater. The only thing that burned sharp and clear in Kieran's vision was her.
Fire incarnate.
She stood at the edge and her gown shone like a wound against the night, the emerald wolf pendant pulsed hotter than before.
The silver mask hid her expression, but her eyes…locked onto his like a blade pressed to his throat.
Varric's voice slithered through the haze.
