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The air in the Veridian woods was thick with the scent of damp earth and the sickly-sweet odor of scorched skin. Cyrus Vance sat propped against the gnarled roots of an old oak, his bronzed flesh a canvas of ruin—angry, blistering burns covered his left chest and arm, a brutal signature from his encounter with Kael. The stolen leather band was a grim trophy pressed against his battered ribs. His head lifted slowly, those storm-grey eyes clouded with pain yet still holding a defiant glint, as Sloane stepped into the clearing, her dagger held ready, her face a portrait of stunned horror at the sight of the wounded prince.