Elvira
The wind carried a bitter chill as I stepped onto the ridge overlooking Felen’s hidden camp. Twilight had stretched its fingers across the sky, painting the clouds in purples and deep indigos, and I couldn’t help but shiver, not from cold, but from the weight of what I was about to do. Every heartbeat drummed a warning, but it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. The reckoning had come.
I had tracked her here after weeks of subtle intelligence, shadowing her messengers, intercepting whispers, and waiting. Waiting until I was strong, until I had Jaxon, Deric, and my own resolve behind me. Waiting until I could ensure this confrontation wouldn’t leave loose ends.
Felen stood in the center of the courtyard, her posture regal even in the fading light. The silver of her hair caught the l
