Elira sat in her apartment, trying to make sense of the strange symbols in the tome. The Mark pulsed faintly again—stronger this time.
She felt a strange compulsion to look outside.
There, across the street, stood a tall figure cloaked in shadow—watching her window.
Her breath caught. Fear warred with an odd sense of recognition.
Suddenly, a second figure moved between her and the watcher—swift, silent. A clash of steel rang out faintly through the air.
Kaelen had found her.
From the shadows, his blade met the Hunter's weapon. Sparks flew, and the Hunter retreated into the night.
Kaelen turned toward her window. For the first time in a thousand years, his gaze met hers.
Elira gasped. The warrior from her dreams stood before her—real, and terrifyingly beautiful.
And her world would never be the same.