A sign. An omen. A warning. Something was shifting.

Whatever this was between them — this hate, this spark, this clash and collision — it was only the beginning. She could feel it.

Neither of them knew that within a year, their hatred would be weaponized.

Within two, their names would be forced into the same sentence far too often.

Within three, war would make allies out of people who should never have stood side by side

And in the fourth…

Well...

The lines between partner, enemy, and something far more complicated would blur beyond recognition.

Or feared what Vreya whispered every time the shadow-twin looked at him.But storms rarely ask for permission before they break.