C35 Bloodlines of the Forgotten Crown
The storm outside the mansion had nothing on the chaos unraveling inside Aiden’s mind.
He stood between the towering doors of the ancestral estate Lucien had barely glimpsed in his dreams. Massive obsidian columns rose into the twilight like fingers of a forgotten god, their runes pulsing with ancient magic. The air shimmered around the threshold—not just with power
