Between her fingers, the threads hovered—mine the black of vampire blood, Mische’s the gold of sunset, tangled in mid-air. Her six wings spread, the three on the left showing me myself upon the throne of the House of Shadow, ruling over the Shadowborn army, building an empire from eternal night. The three on the right, showing me death, destruction, and Mische. It wasn’t even a choice. “Take me to her,” I said.
