The storm came in hard, like it was angry too.
Rain pounded the walls of Frostfang Keep, turning the air to ice and the stone floors slick beneath my bare feet. The torches hissed, their flames bending sideways in the wind that clawed through the broken windows.
I stood there, soaked to the bone, staring at the throne that had cost me everything.
Then the doors slammed open.
Riven walked in first. Water dripping from his silver hair, his expression carved from fury and heartbreak. Kael followed, that damn smirk hiding something darker. And Lucian my undoing came last. Quiet. Watching. The kind of silence that could break someone in half.
All three of them. Breathing. Alive.
"What do you want from me?" My voice cracked before I could stop it. "You're dead. You're supposed to be dead."
Riven's mouth curved into something cruel. "Then maybe you should have buried us deeper."
