The destruction of the crown had not ended the nightmare. It had only given the nightmare a way into the world.
Elara stood beneath the fractured archway of the ancient chamber, one hand pressed against her ribs as she struggled to steady her breathing. Dust drifted through the crimson light, settling over her dark hair and the torn sleeves of her dress. Beside her, Alessandro kept one arm around her waist, though he was careful not to hold her too tightly. The last time the ancient power had surged through her body, it had thrown him away as if he were nothing more than an intruder. Now he remained close enough to catch her if she stumbled, but far enough to let her decide whether she wanted his support.
