LOGINThe dungeons beneath Thorncross Keep smelled like desperation and old stone.I descended the spiral stairs slowly, my ribs still aching from the battle. Caspian wanted to come but I'd refused.This was something I needed to do alone.Two guards stood outside Morgessa's cell. They bowed when they saw me."Your Majesty. Are you sure you want to--" "Open it."They exchanged glances but obeyed.The cell door swung open with a rusty groan.Morgessa sat on a stone bench, wrapped in silver chains covered in suppression runes. She looked up when I entered."Your Majesty," she said mockingly. "Come to gloat?""Come to get answers.""I have nothing to say to you.""You attacked my kingdom. Sided with the Shadow Court. Nearly got hundreds of people killed." I leaned against the cell wall. "You're going to die for this. The only question is whether you talk first."She laughed. "Threatening me? How delightfully predictable.""Not threatening. Stating facts." I studied her. "What did they promise
The throne room was chaos.Warriors running in every direction. Healers setting up triage stations. Council members shouting conflicting orders.I limped in still pulling on armor, Caspian at my side."Report!" he barked.A guard captain turned. "Three breach points. East wall, south gate, and they're tunneling under the west tower. Shadow Court mages are creating portals. We can't stop them all.""Morgessa?" I asked."Leading the assault on the east wall. Your Majesty, she's summoning things. Creatures from the void. Untouchable creatures."Just like the Shade.Perfect."How long can we hold?" Caspian demanded."Hours. Maybe less if they keep opening portals.""Evacuate the civilians. Seal the--"Another explosion cut him off. The entire building shook.Through the bond, I felt Caspian's cold calculation. We were outmatched. Outnumbered. And fighting enemies we barely understood."We need to close the portals," Ezra said, appearing with a bloody sword. "That's their supply line. Cut
The power felt like being torn apart from the inside.Not pain exactly. Worse. Like every cell in my body was being rewritten. Replaced. Transformed into something else entirely.I couldn't stop screaming.Through the bond, I felt Caspian's terror. His desperate need to intervene."Don't move," Nyx called out to wherever he was hiding. "If you disrupt the ritual now, she dies. Painfully."The ritual circle pulsed brighter. The symbols on the ground began to crawl up my legs like living things.The void corruption in my arm reacted violently. The frozen shadows started moving again, fighting against whatever Nyx was doing.Two types of darkness warring inside me."That's it," Nyx murmured. "Let them fight. Let the void burn out against the shadow. That's how purification works.""You said... you said you'd cure me," I gasped between screams."I am curing you. The void will be gone. Completely." She circled the ritual space, chanting in a language I didn't recognize. "But nature abhors
"Get that thing out of here," I said, pointing at the Shadow Crown. "I don't care where. Just away from me."Ezra gestured to the guards. They approached it cautiously, like it might explode."Don't touch it directly," he warned. "Use a cloth. Silver, if you have it."They wrapped it carefully and carried it away.I stared at the spot where it had been. The stone floor was darker there now. Stained."Three days," Caspian said. "We have three days to figure out what we're walking into.""Or to find another option," Ezra added. "The search for Morgessa is still active. Maybe--""Maybe nothing." I turned away from the stain. "Morgessa's in the Shadowlands. Unreachable. And even if we found her, she'd never cure me willingly.""So we're stuck with Nyx.""We're stuck with Nyx."Through the bond, I felt Caspian's frustration. His desperate need to fix this and his inability to do so."I need air," I said.I left before either of them could protest.The Keep's gardens were quiet this time of
The temple ruins sat on a hill outside the city walls.Ancient stone. Crumbling columns. The kind of place where bad things happened in stories.Perfect setting for a trap.I rode alone, as instructed. My corrupted arm throbbed with each heartbeat. The shadows had spread to my collarbone now. I could feel them creeping toward my throat.Days. I had days left.Through the bond, I felt Caspian nearby. Hidden in the tree line with Ezra and a dozen warriors. Close enough to intervene. Far enough not to be seen.Supposedly.The moon was full, casting silver light across the ruins. Making the shadows deeper. More threatening.I dismounted. Tied my horse to a fallen pillar."I'm here," I called out. "As requested."Silence.Then movement in the shadows.A figure stepped into the moonlight.Not Morgessa.A woman I'd never seen before. Young. Beautiful. Dark hair and darker eyes. Dressed in robes that seemed to absorb light."Your Majesty," she said, her voice smooth. "Thank you for coming.""
The first assassination attempt came three days later.I was in the council chambers reviewing reports when an arrow punched through the window and embedded itself in the chair where my head had been moments before.I'd bent down to pick up a dropped document.Pure luck.Through the bond, Caspian's alarm exploded. He was in the training yards but he felt my spike of fear immediately.Guards burst into the room, surrounding me. Ezra appeared from nowhere, already moving toward the window."Rooftop across the courtyard," he said, scanning. "They're gone."I stared at the arrow. Black fletching. No markings.Professional."That's the third attempt this week," Ezra said grimly. "Poison in your food. The sabotaged staircase. Now this.""Someone's getting desperate.""Someone wants you dead before the corruption does the job for them." He pulled the arrow from the chair, examining it. "They're not even trying to hide it anymore."Caspian arrived within minutes, still in training clothes, br
Getting ready to hunt people who wanted us dead turned out to involve a lot more weapons than I expected.David arrived an hour later with a duffel bag that looked like it could arm a small militia. He dumped it on the kitchen table and started pulling out guns, knives, and things I didn't even hav
The hall erupted.Voices shouting. Some supporting Morgessa's challenge. Others protesting. The noise was deafening.Caspian's rage exploded through the bond so violently I actually stumbled."No." His voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "Absolutely not.""You cannot refuse a formal challenge
Caspian's phone rang at three in the morning.I jerked awake, disoriented, reaching for a gun that wasn't there. The safe house bedroom was dark except for the glow of Caspian's screen as he answered."Talk," he said, voice rough with sleep.I couldn't hear the other side of
The next morning, I woke up sore.Not the bad kind of sore. The kind that came from Caspian proving, repeatedly, that he was very happy about me agreeing to be his queen.Worth it.I stretched, felt muscles protest, and immediately decided I didn't care.Caspian was already awake, sitting shirtless







