The Oath in the Dark

That night, the master bedchamber was bathed in the warm, dancing glow of the fireplace. Kaelen had doubled the guards on every parapet, placed Torin on high alert, and personally inspected every door and window. But even inside their sanctum, his agitation remained palpable. He paced before the hearth like a caged predator, his chest bare, his muscles tense as iron cables. Selene watched him from the edge of the…