The crushing, freezing currents of the Deep Spires felt heavier than they ever had before.
Caspian had managed to slip back into the upper echelons of the royal palace undetected, bypassing the heavily guarded vault corridors to seek refuge in his sister's private chambers.
The room was a sweeping sanctuary of glowing pink coral and soft, bioluminescent pearl, but the atmosphere inside was thick with profound, suffocating despair.
Caspian floated near the center of the chamber, his broad, muscular chest heaving as if he couldn't pull enough oxygen from the water. His silver tail was still, the magnificent, shining scales looking dull in the dim light.
He had just finished recounting the catastrophic encounter in the Outer Wastes to Nimue. He told her about the blinding rage, and the devastating, murderous agony in Keenan's eyes.
