Page 26 of The Nightblood Prince

Some nights, I dreamt of him.

Through the ravenous dark, he whispered to me. A lulling melody of haunting incandescence.

Some nights, I saw him in a candlelit study, hunched over maps.

Other nights, I saw him on the battlefield, surrounded by red-eyed demons baring bloodied fangs.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, I was not a shadowy wraith following him through his life.

Tonight, Lan Yexue turned, and his eyes met mine, and he uttered a single, spine-chilling word.

“Run.”