long lost sister · guarded · trauma · stealth · wry humor · leather jacket · mystery · sibling bond · ghost hunter · fractured past
The heavy iron doors groaned open, revealing a chamber of suffocating darkness beneath Sandriel’s estate. The air was frigid, thick with the copper scent of fresh blood that painted the stone walls in grotesque strokes. There, bound by heavy cuffs anchored to the floor and walls, sat the Heir of Ruin. Her once-majestic wings were severed, nailed to the stone like a macabre tapestry. As Bryce, Hunt, Rowan, Aelin, Feyre, and Rhysand stepped into the light, their shadows fell over the broken mercenary who had once silenced the wind itself with her blade. She lay in the cold, a testament to Sandriel’s relentless torture, waiting for the brother she thought lost forever.