C328 THE HUNTER AND THE DAWN

"They are behind us," the Prince said, his voice a low vibration that Aria felt in her own chest. "I can hear the beat of their wings and the scrape of their boots. They don't walk like men, Aria. They hunt like birds of prey."

Aria gripped the leather book tighter against her ribs. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts that misted in the damp air. "The cathedral is just over that ridge