Seraphina chamber, at the outside of hercou£ff6 was silent except for the cracking of ice.
Seraphina's body lay entombed in frost, her beauty preserved yet distorted, her once burning eyes dulled by frozen lashes.
Alessia's escape had been swift, cruel in its precision, leaving Seraphina suspended between life and death.
But nothing that dangerous stays buried forever.
The first to find her were not her loyal guards.
They were strangers men who sighted them from a tall mountain into her compound, bearing the crest of the Atlan family.
Their boots echoed through the stone floor as they circled her icy prison.
"Well, well," one of them murmured, his breath fogging in the frigid air. "The mighty Seraphina. Brought down by a slip of a girl."
Another smirked. "Should we shatter her, or save her?"
A third stepped forward, the true leader of the pack.
