"The Sight is not a gift it is a burden. Knowing the storm is coming does not stop the rain from falling."
Niko's POV
The tea was still steaming between us, fragrant and sharp, curling tendrils of heat into the air as if the herbs themselves wished to whisper their secrets. Nyra sat across from me, her presence filling my quiet chamber like wildfire creeping through dry grass, all sharp grins and narrow eyes. I should not have let her follow me here. I knew the moment her shadow peeled from the stone corridor that she was there, lurking, her Blackthorne wolf restless with suspicion. Instead of turning her away, I invited her to tea.
