The Dragon Realm's eternal sunset was approaching its peak golden hour as the four mates made their way toward the Falls.
The appointed time had arrived—sunset, as Iskra had demanded the previous day.
The ancient cascades were one of the realm's most sacred sites, where dragon magic had carved impossible spirals of water through crystalline rock formations that sang with each droplet's passage.
It was, Samantha had to admit grudgingly, exactly the kind of dramatic romantic setting that someone like Iskra would choose for a confrontation meant to reclaim her lost lover.
The woman clearly had a flair for theatrical staging.
"She's already here," Callum said quietly, picking up the familiar signature of power that had once been as comforting to him as breathing.
Now it felt like a weight around his chest, heavy with three centuries of history he was ready to leave buried.
