My breath catches as I stare at Isera. There is nothing, no warmth, no compassion, no sense of a caring soul, on her face. Her silver and blue eyes are as cold as the space between the stars, and her expression is one of merciless vengeance and ruthless fury. She doesn’t even look fae anymore. She looks like a bloodthirsty goddess who has risen from the freezing pits of another world, come to claim her revenge on this land. And it fucking terrifies me.
