Atop Galen’s back, Isera stares at Bane as if she is going to rip the dragon emperor’s heart out with her bare hands. The freezing and utterly otherworldly fury on her face snatches the breath from my lungs and makes fear ripple down my spine. Whatever held Isera together back in the Seelie Court has snapped now. And I have no idea what she is planning to do anymore.
