Legacy of Kings

ROWAN’S POV

The car climbs for what feels like a year, and I’ve given up asking how much longer somewhere around the second switchback, when the trees finally let go of the road and I see it.

I don’t know what I expected.

Something old, probably.

Something with gargoyles and a moat and a name that sounds like a curse, because that fits the man whose hand has been wrapped around mine since the plan