CORIN’S POV
Many surprising things had happened over the last few days, but the most surprising was receiving Kieran’s message at dawn.
I was already awake when it arrived. Sleep had been scarce lately, thanks to too many shifting pieces on the board and the increasingly unpredictable variable that was Seraphina’s rapidly evolving power.
My phone flashed on the nightstand, its pale glare slicing through the dim stillness.
I frowned at the unknown number, but the brusque message made the sender obvious.
'Come to Nightfang this morning.'
I studied the screen for several seconds before a soft, wry laugh slipped out, the jolt of surprise bleeding into amusement.
The fact that Kieran Blackthorne contacted me himself meant something had rattled him deeply enough to swallow his pride.
Still, after waiting in Nightfang’s sitting room for nearly an hour, I began to wonder whether this urgency truly mattered at all.
