Ashthorn Reunited
The dungeons beneath Frosthold had been purged—interrogators arrested, secret cells uncovered. And in one of the deepest vaults, behind three layers of silence wards and enchanted iron, they found him.
Thalen Ashthorn.
Elira ran the moment she saw him. The guards barely had time to step aside before she was through the open door, breathless, the warmth of her magic trailing behind her.
He looked up slowly, bruised and tired, but his smile broke through the years of pain like sun through stormclouds.
"Elira," he rasped. "You found me."
She dropped to her knees, pulling him into her arms. "No," she whispered. "We found each other."