The Ashford Palace was everything Caelan had promised. It was a castle of white stone on the edge of a high cliff, looking out over the endless sea. Elara had never seen anything so grand. There were servants, enormous rooms, and the biggest bed she had ever seen.
But something was wrong. The moment she entered the palace, the whispering started.
At first, it was just a feeling. A chill on the back of her neck. Then, she heard it, a faint, sad voice in the wind that blew through the open windows.
“Broken… lost… stolen…”
It was the same whisper she had heard on the shore of Haven’s Reach. B