"Twin-born, bound by blood and shadow, when one rises, the other will answer. And the world will tremble between them."
"Do you know what it means, Alaric?" she asked, eyes catching mine, pupils dark pools that seemed older than bone, "to hear the roar of an Omega that is not your mate?"
The chamber felt smaller than it should have, the walls of old stone pressing inward like they wanted to listen in. Silas had gone silent, arms folded, eyes sharp beneath his snowy brows, leaving only Niko's voice to fill the space. She did not speak like a court advisor or a prophet seeking ceremony; no, Niko's words poured like smoke curling under a door, slow, certain, impossible to ignore. My throat tightened. Vayne snarled low in the marrow of me, restless, prowling. I forced my jaw not to clench. "It means she is powerful. Dangerous. And that she wishes to be heard."
