You glide into the Court of Nightmares, all heads turn to you. A pillar, a beacon of light you were, but here? You looked hellishly divine, like the Mother herself crafted you from the seven levels of Hel.

You glide across the floor, dancing so gracefully you caught the eye of everyone, including the elusive shadowsinger.

“Who is she?” he asks Rhysand in a low voice, as Lucien—your dance partner—spins you.