The rift tore open with the sound of shredding silk, dumping Lucian and me into the grand foyer of the Solis estate.

The transition from the shadow realm to the mortal plane was usually disorienting, a sudden shift in gravity and air pressure, but I felt none of it. My blood was roaring too loudly

Cold. That was the first thing that registered. A deep, bone-aching dampness that smelled of rust, mildew, and ancient stone.

I groaned, trying to lift my hands to my throbbing temple, but my arms wouldn't move. Metal rattled loudly in the darkness. I blinked my heavy eyes open, my vision swimming

The iron cuffs did not simply snap. They disintegrated.

Under the crushing weight of the primordial power surging through my veins, the enchanted metal turned to fine, rusted dust, slipping through my fingers like sand. The heavy iron chains holding my wrists to the dungeon wall vanished into the