pped himself, unsure whether he sounded paranoid or perceptive. Selara stood near the window, arms folded, her expression unreadable. "Because she sees the truth. Even when she does

u're not dangerous... are you?" he asked softly. Selara's lips parted slightly, the question hitting deeper than he realized. "Only when I'm hunted," she replied. It wasn't a threat.

en. Possibly even exiled." The commander, a tall man with pale eyes and a face carved by time, folded his hands. "We don't act without confirmation." But Jules wasn't waiting. Her i

in the boundary between realms. Kael was stirring. She knew the signs too well: a storm of magic building behind shadows, a call meant only for her ears. Her exile w