Chapter 166

CHAPTER 10… ANDRES The Ridge of Aedryn, the wind was different here. It carried the taste of iron and rain, threaded with silver dust that shimmered faintly whenever the moons shifted through the clouds. The place was surreal, as though myths were coming to reality. Somewhere behind me, I heard Valentina's whispers. She was singing a lullaby to Luciano, her tone soft and melodic, the kind of voice that could soothe even the wildest storm within me… I glanced over my shoulder. She sat on the mare, cloak brushing against the boy’s sleeping form. The child’s head rested against her chest, and in the faint light, his skin gleamed like moonstone. Every few breaths, that silver pulse beneath his temple flared again — the same rhythm that haunted my dreams. It had been hours since we left the valley, but the echoes of what happened there still clung to me as though it were still happening. Every rustle in the trees felt sentient. Every shadow moved just a little too slow… “Keep him covered,”