C498 SONG OF THE REBORN CITY

"Do you still think I am the weight that holds you down, little mortal?"

The Young Prince spoke the words against the pulse point of Aria’s wrist, his breath a warm ghost against her skin. He did not look up from the scar he was tracing—a jagged reminder of the day she had offered her own life to keep his hunger at bay. They stood on the high balcony of the newly raised Capitol