••{GARRICK'S POV}••
My heart is pounding so hard inside my chest that I can feel it in my throat.
I don't know what in the gods' names I'm looking at. All I know is that every instinct I have is screaming that this thing standing beyond the firelight is not something that belongs in this world.
My grip tightens around my sword but even then, I feel it.
The slight tremor in my hand.
I haven't felt fear like this in a very long time.
The old woman floats there in silence, her tattered black cloak moving against the air, dancing with the shadows as if the night itself answers to her. The firelight catches the silver and chains hanging from her body. Her two eyes glow with pale and unnatural light.
And that third eye on her forehead…
It pulses in a way that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
Her gaze drifts over Lord Thorian. Then Prince Alexei. Then me.
