C276 THE GHOST OF THE FLAME

Aria could not breathe. The hand on her shoulder was as cold as winter ice. She turned slowly, her heart thumping against her ribs like a trapped bird.

In the dim blue light of her last arrow, she saw the woman.

The woman looked exactly like Elara. She had the same high cheekbones and the same long, flowing hair. But there was no fire in this woman