C413 HUNGER OF THE THRONE

"He thinks he can hide the sun from us, but the light is already in our veins," Elara whispered, her voice a soft hum that vibrated through the stone walls of the nursery.

She was standing by the window, her hand resting on the glass. The blue flame in her eyes was small now, a tiny spark that danced in time with her breath. Damon was behind her