been struggling over ever since the Savage King fell. I gasped as my eyes landed on a cage of night iron beyond it, bolted against the wall where two Fae sat close together within the bars. I ran forward, leaving the butler immobilised by the door as love and pain rose together in my chest at the sight of Lance Orion. “Francesca?” he gasped in shock, rising to his feet and wincing at the half-healed wounds on his bare chest.