The Ballad of Falling Dragons (The Moonfall #2)

Raeve

I open my eyes to find myself cupped within Slátra’s claw, shielded by her wing, her body bundled around me like a moon. A frosty embrace to battle the bloodlust slugging through me with thick, searing pulses.

Tyroth Vaegor murdered me. Ripped my newborn daughter from my breast. Planted the diadem on her brow—a burden that belonged to me.

There is not a force in this world that’s great enough for him to hide behind. I will have vengeance. For Kaan.

For Kyzari.

For Slátra.

And for my-fucking-self.