Shen Ming came on a moonless night. Shen Ye sat in the courtyard cooling off, slowly nibbling mung-bean cake Lu Xingchen's mother had sent that afternoon. The plain sweetness melted on his tongue—the unadorned flavor particular to Dawnlight Town. Footsteps. He looked up. A figure stood at the Lu family's gate in the moonlight. Deep gray cloak, hat pulled low—but Shen Ye recognized him at once. Shen Ming. His brother. Shadowvale's favored legitimate heir. The one who had climbed over their...