The air in the Obsidian Spire hums with blood-oath incense and the scent of forbidden magic. Cordelia strides through the grand hall, her silver-threaded cloak whispering secrets only witches can hear. She’s here to destroy Lysander Duskbane—not with steel, but with truth. Her family was slaughtered for refusing to serve his alliance with the Fae, and she will make him pay. But the moment her fingers brush the ancient Contract Stone at the summit’s opening, a pulse of dark energy slams through h