Chapter 4

The armored vehicle lurched violently as the driver threw it into a sharp, calculated drift.

Outside the reinforced windows, the peaceful northern bypass was suddenly swallowed by a thick, unnatural fog.

"They brought down the royal wards," Corin said, his silver eyes flashing with a dangerous, predatory light.

I leaned forward, my gaze piercing through the mist to see a blockade of heavy trucks bearing the crest of the Gareth Pack.

Jett had not gone home to lick his wounds; he had ambushed us on the border.

"He really is a fool," I murmured, feeling Cyra stir within me with…