MasukI didn't open the box.I sat in my quarters for three hours, staring at it. The weight of three centuries of secrets pressed against my chest. Every truth Brian had hidden. Every lie he had told. Every piece of his history that would finally make sense.All I had to do was lift the lid.But something stopped me.Not loyalty. Not love. Something harder to name.The knowledge that once I read those documents, I couldn't unread them. That the choice to know was a choice to be changed. That Ilona had offered me exactly what I wanted—and that was reason enough to be suspicious.A knock at the door.I didn't move."Argentum." Viktor's voice. "May I enter?"He looked different here.In the compound, under the blood moon, Viktor had been a threat. A grieving brother demanding justice. A vampire prince with leverage and rage.Here, in his own territory, he was something else.Comfortable. Unhurried. The kind of predator who didn't need to prove himself because everyone already knew what he was
The Withering had a name.Ilona said it like she was speaking of an old enemy—something she had fought for decades and was finally losing to."It began sixty years ago," she said. "The newly-made were the first to show symptoms. Unable to hold what blood gave them. Fading within months of their turning.""Fading?""Losing cohesion." Ilona returned to her throne, each step costing her visible effort. "The blood that sustains us requires something to anchor it. Without that anchor, we dissolve. Slowly. Painfully. Like ice in warming water."I watched her settle into her seat."And now it's spreading.""To the older generations. Yes." Her voice was hollow. "The ones who have lived centuries are beginning to feel it. The weakness. The tremors. The sense that something essential is leaking away.""You're one of them.""I am the oldest." A ghost of a smile. "And therefore the most visible example of what awaits us all."I paced the chamber.The portraits stared down at me—centuries of Sover
The Vitrine rose from the earth like a blade.Glass towers stretched toward a sky that never quite brightened here. Spires that caught light from angles that shouldn't exist. A vertical city built on centuries of accumulated power and the bones of everyone who had tried to challenge it.Elena stopped the car at the outer gates."This is as far as I go.""What?""Humans aren't permitted past the first ward." Her voice was steady, but I saw her hands trembling on the wheel. "You go alone from here."Through the bond, I felt Brian—distant now, but alive. Fighting. Coming.But he wouldn't arrive in time.The escort appeared before I could respond.Four vampires in formal blacks. Faces like carved marble. Eyes that assessed me with the clinical precision of collectors examining a new acquisition."Luna Agatha Abbot." The lead vampire bowed—shallow, perfunctory. "The Court extends its welcome.""I prefer Aggie.""The Court extends its welcome, specimen."Not Aggie. Not Luna.Specimen.I fil
The convoy left at midnight.Six vehicles. Six people. A journey to the vampire court that felt less like diplomacy and more like walking into an open grave.Brian sat beside me in the second car. He hadn't touched me since we'd left the compound. Hadn't spoken beyond the necessary logistics. Through the bond, I felt him pulling away—not from anger, but from fear.The kind of fear that came with knowing what was waiting.Marcus drove the lead vehicle.I watched him through the windshield, his silhouette steady against the darkness. The man who had sold my blood to the courts. The man who claimed he was trying to stop his brother.I hadn't told Brian yet.Some weapons needed to be saved.The first night, Brian didn't sleep.I lay beside him in the safe house we'd stopped at—a converted farmhouse owned by allies I'd never met. The bed was comfortable. The room was secure. Everything about the arrangement said rest.But Brian stayed awake.I felt his consciousness through the bond like a
I returned to Dr. Farrow's chamber at dawn.The file she had given me lay open on my lap, pages scattered across the bed I hadn't slept in. Every word had carved itself into my memory—every photograph, every diagram, every piece of evidence documenting things I wasn't ready to understand.But understanding could wait.First, I needed context.Dr. Farrow was awake when I arrived. Working at her desk, surrounded by papers, looking exactly like someone who had spent forty years chasing answers that didn't want to be found."You came back.""I have questions.""I expected you would." She set down her pen. "Close the door."I sat across from her.The chamber felt different in daylight—softer, somehow. Less like a prison and more like what it actually was: a sanctuary for a woman who had been hunted."Brian moved you here after a fire," I said."A fire at my laboratory." Dr. Farrow nodded. "Two months ago. Everything I'd spent decades collecting was destroyed in a single night.""Arson?""A
Elena found me at midnight.I was in the archives again, searching for blueprints that would explain what lay beneath the compound. My mother's message burned in my pocket—those words that had haunted me for twelve hours.Ask him what he keeps under the compound.The official plans showed nothing. Three floors. Basement. Sub-basement for storage. Standard architecture for a structure this size.But I knew there was more."Luna."I looked up.Elena stood in the doorway, smaller than I remembered. Seven years bound to Marcus. Seven years invisible in a pack that had never wanted her. Seven years of silence, watching, waiting."What is it?""I found something." Her voice was barely audible. "Something you're looking for."She led me through corridors I had never walked.Service routes. Maintenance passages. The arteries of the compound that kept everything functioning but appeared on no tour, in no welcome packet, in no official documentation."How do you know about these?" I asked."Sev







