C475 THE PRINCE RETURNS

"You look like a man who has forgotten how to sleep," Elara said, her voice soft as she leaned against the stone frame of the balcony. The morning air was crisp, carrying the freshness of a world no longer choked by the rot of the camps.

Damon did not turn immediately. He was watching the horizon, his large frame silhouetted against the rising sun. In his hand