Astella's POV

Before me, Moonfall Ridge’s ancient stone circles jutted upward like the bones of some long-dead creature, their worn faces glowing ghostly white in the light of the moon. My ears ached with the pressure of its cold magic that seeped into me, making my muscles heavy and my blood sluggish, my wrists rough along the chains that held me to the central altar and yet the shallow cut of the silvers’ pulse was nothing compared to the icy dread that had settled in my chest ever since Kieran's revelation.

"You're asking yourself if it's right," Kieran spoke clearly to be heard across the holy ground. Stalked around the...