The corridor outside the Crimson Court’s private chambers was thick with tension. Torches flickered against blood-red walls, their flames dancing like hungry eyes. Nyra Duskbane paused, her hand resting on the hilt of her moonsteel dagger, heart pounding. Moments ago, she had stormed in here, intent on demanding answers from Prince Kaelan of the Raven Court. Now, she found herself inches from the door, every nerve on fire.Inside, she could hear voices: Kaelan’s low drawl, and her own retort; sharp, furious. She took a steadying breath and pushed the door open.Kaelan stood by a high window, moonlight casting his silhouette in silver. His cloak of midnight leather hung open, revealing the lean lines of his chest. His dark hair was mussed, and his golden eyes blazed with something she couldn’t name: challenge, desire, defiance.“You shouldn’t have followed me here,” he said without turning.Nyra stepped inside, closing the door. “You kidnapped me,” she replied, voice steady despite the
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