but it was the crown on her head that garnered whispers. Silver prongs reached for the ceiling and branched off like sparkling sunlight. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Kaden made a noise in the back of his throat, and I tipped my head toward him without looking away from Nismera. “What is it?” “That crown.” He kept his eyes straight ahead, speaking around his glass. “It was my father’s.” Unir’s crown.
