Between noon and nightfall, the dominoes fell in an order that looked random and wasn't. One by one, kings and fathers and princes made decisions that afternoon. Each decision pushed the next.
By evening, someone was going to die in Lunaris Keep. The only question was who, and the answer was already walking towards it.
Tile one landed at three o'clock.
DOMINO 1: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR WARDS
LUNARIS KEEP - 3:00 PM
DISTANCE FROM GUINEVERE - 400 MILES
DISTANCE FROM THE DRAGONS - 688 miles
Landon hit the ground running.
Eight hundred and fifty miles in nine hours with a Luminari formation that had pushed pace the entire way. His reserves were empty. His body was running on fury and the fading echo of a connection he'd felt for three seconds at dawn and had been chasing ever since.
The Keep was a disaster.
Shattered windows. Ash on the walls. Scorch marks on the stone that smelled like burned copper and something worse.
