LOGINI go to the infirmary at noon. I tell myself I'm checking on Joren. I tell myself that, in fact, as I cross the courtyard. I'm a man of dwindling excuses. The long room is warm and bright, and it smells of lavender and simmering broth. The physician is out. Tobin sits at the corner table cutting rue into tidy lengths, tongue between his teeth, and when I come in he jumps to his feet so fast his stool tips over. "Sit," I say. "Please." He sits. He picks up the stool first, with great care. I look for her. She's at the long table, sorting jars into rows, her sleeves rolled and her hair tied up in a faded blue cloth. The bandage on her hand has been replaced by a smaller one. She turns when I enter. Her face lifts. For half a second, before her expression settles, I see it, a small, bright, involuntary pleasure, like a lamp being lit. Then she looks at me properly. "What's wrong?" I blink. "Nothin
*Day 13 of 100*Rhaegar"He wasn't taken."Cain stops mid-pace. "I'm sorry?""We don't know that he was taken." I stay where I am, in the grey dawn light by the study window, with both hands braced on the sill. I've been standing here since the moon went down. My neck aches and my eyes feel full of sand. "A man is missing. That's what we know. Everything after that is a guess, and I'd like us to stop guessing before it becomes a story.""You think he ran.""I think we don't know."Cain drags a hand down his face. He hasn't slept either. His boots are still caked with road mud, and there's a hollow look under his eyes I haven't seen since the war with the northern clans. He drops into the straight-backed chair and says, "Then let me tell you what we do know.""Please.""The clerk lived alone in a rented room above a cooper's shop in the lower town. Three days ago, he received a note." Cain holds up one finger. "It said someone from Bloodmoon Castle
It's evening. The lamps have been lit. The long room smells of lavender and boiled linen and something warm baking in the kitchens below. Tobin sits at the corner table, nose deep in a thick book, his lips moving as he reads. The physician is at his desk, writing with a scratch of quill.Elysia is at the long table with her sleeves pushed up and her braid slipping loose.She's holding her left hand in her right.I'm across the room before I decide to move."What happened?"She looks up. "Nothing.""You're bleeding.""I'm not bleeding. It's a cut."I look down. A thin line runs across the heel of her hand, an inch long and bright red, welling slowly. A pair of herb shears lies on the table beside a pile of cut stems. A drop of blood has landed on a leaf of mint.I smell it. Iron. Warmth. Her blood is the only scent I've ever picked up from her, and it hits my wolf like a slap.*Hurt*, he growls.*It's a scratch.Hurt. Fix it.*"Cain
*Day 12 of 100*RhaegarMy daughter is waiting in my private sitting room.I smell her before I open the door. Jasmine, rose oil, and under them a sharp, cold note I've known since she was small, the smell of Sabrina holding in a scream. She's standing at the window with her back to me and her arms crossed. The pale grey silk has been swapped for a gown of deep wine, and her hair is down."Close the door," she says.I close it."You humiliated me.""Good evening, Sabrina.""In front of her." She turns. Her cheeks are blotched with color, and her eyes are bright and hard. "In front of the maids, in front of the servants. You looked at me like I was a child who'd stolen a sweet.""You were threatening a woman under my protection.""I was *speaking* to her.""With your claws out."Her mouth snaps shut.I walk to the sideboard and pour two glasses of wine. I hold one out. She doesn't take it. After a moment, I set it on the table besid
The words crack through the corridor like a whip.I don't need to turn. The air has changed. A heavy pressure rolls down the hall, weighty and ancient, pressing against my shoulders like a hand. The window rattles harder in its frame. A candle flame bends flat.Rhaegar strides around the corner.He's alone. His coat hangs open and his hair is disordered, as if he's been running. His eyes sweep the corridor, me, Sabrina, the narrow space between us, and his nostrils flare. I watch him breathe in. I watch his gaze sharpen to a razor.He's read the whole room by scent. Every word we didn't say."Sabrina."She straightens at once. The cold fury drains from her face so fast it's almost frightening, replaced by a bright, aggrieved calm. Her nails are normal again. Her smile is back in place."Father! I'm so glad you're here. Your *guest* has been terribly rude.""Has she?""She accused me of horrible things. She said I was involved in her banishment. I
*Day 11 of 100* Elysia I make it down the infirmary stairs before someone says my name. "Elysia." It's soft and smooth, and it comes from the shadows at the end of the east corridor. I know the voice before I turn. My wolf knows it too. Her ears flatten, and a faint chill runs down my spine. Sabrina is standing beside a tall window with her hands folded in front of her. She's changed out of the midnight gown into pale grey silk, her hair pinned up with a silver comb. The afternoon light falls across her face and turns her eyes to ice. Two maids hover nearby with a stack of folded linen. A footman waits by the stairs. "Leave us," Sabrina says. They go. They don't look at me. The footman's boots echo down the stairwell, and then there's only the faint rattle of the window in its frame and the thump of my own heart. I should have taken the other stairs. "Princess." "Walk with m
Elysia’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth. Not the kind that comes from a fire or the sun, though. This warmth felt different—solid and alive. I was lying against something cold and firm, maybe leather, and underneath it, there was a comforting heat that seeped through. Then I
Elysia’s POVI didn’t know where I was going.I just walked.One foot in front of the other, stumbling through trees I didn’t recognize, over ground that felt like it was trying to swallow me whole. My bare feet were already torn and bleeding, leaving a trail of red behind me, but I couldn’t feel i
I woke up to someone shaking my foot.“Get up.”I groaned, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My ribs were on fire, my face felt swollen, and when I tried to open my left eye, it wouldn’t budge.“I said get up, Elysia. You’re not dying on my watch.”I forced my good eye open. Mira stood
I should have gone straight back to work.I should have kept my head down, finished my shift, and gone to bed.But one of the other servants—a younger girl named Tessa—stopped me as I was carrying a tray of empty glasses.“Did you see that?” she whispered, her eyes wide. “The Alpha King actually st







