Chapter 343

• My first attempt at diving through one of the countless portals ended in failure. A towering Fae warrior, cloaked in shadows and malice, intercepted me, his blade—a heavy weapon forged from dark metal—gleaming ominously in his grip.
• The armor covering his chest and back bore the mark of the Night Court, but it was distinctly unlike the polished, disciplined gear worn by Delfino’s trusted men.
• There was no hesitation in his movements as he swung the blade toward my neck. If not for the endless nights I’d spent pushing myself to exhaustion in training, my head would now be rolling across the battlefield.