CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
THE ASHEN COURT
XANDER MORTAIN
Anika’s question hung in the air.
“What did Luka say to her?”
I didn’t answer it directly.
Instead I reached up and cupped her face, thumbs brushing gently beneath her eyes. I felt her fear, her exhaustion, and the edge of the power still crackling under her skin.
“I’ve...