Outside the infirmary, I watched Caelen give the Eternal Flame to Lyris. "Elara is strong enough to hold on, but you are not," my mate whispered, oblivious that my magic was drained by his unborn child. I gripped a f*******n silver blade and sliced through the soul bond on my wrist, letting blood soak the border pass he blindly signed. Severing it meant agonizing pain, stripping my flesh, and forever losing the right to walk in the sunlight. I walked into the deadly mists, collapsing before our deadliest enemy, Valerius. As Caelen's healers finally discovered Lyris’s curse was a faked illusion, I stared at the Night King, wondering if he would save my baby or destroy us both.