The Heir 's Dominion

Bol

The city was quiet, but quiet had a way of whispering lies. Iknew better now. I had felt the Awakening Roar ripple throughthe hidden veins of the world, and the aftershocks were stillechoing. Old alignments trembled. Shadows moved in cornersI couldn't see. And somewhere, far below the polished streetsand neon lights, the Shadow Court was regrouping, their teethsharpened in the dark.I walked through the streets like I owned the air. People glancedup at the skyline and felt it - even if they didn't know what "it"was. It wasn't my crown they noticed. It was the pulse beneathit. The hum of authority that had begun to resonate in bone andmemory. I pressed my palm to the pendant at my chest, feelingits warmth seep into me like a heartbeat. It was a small comfortagainst the tremor that ran beneath the city itself.At the rooftop rendezvous, Seraphiel waited. Wings tucked,eyes reflecting the early dawn, he looked like he had stepped out of myth.

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Pagina's: 166, Paperback, Dove Rowell