The green in Ember's eyes gradually dimmed, fading back into their natural, icy blue hue. She gasped softly, clutching the basin before her as if the cold porcelain might anchor her in place. The mirror reflected a girl caught between two worlds—her flushed cheeks, damp hair clinging to her temples, and eyes filled with terror, regret, and something far darker than doubt.
As her mind cleared, the weight of what she had just agreed to came crashing down on her.
Morbuan.
The name echoed like a curse in her thoughts, wrapping around her spine like a coil of dread. She'd only seen him once, a mere silhouette of a man with eyes that held no mercy and a smile far too knowing. Compared to Gordon, the cruelty and cunningness in Morbuan eyes were on a different level. There was no telling how many lives he'd claimed just because he could.
And now, he was coming.
Or rather, she was preparing the way for him.
