MasukElira backed deeper into shadows, clutching the torn page. She heard Kael's voice outside, raised in false argument with the Archive Master. A diversion.The guard moved toward her hiding spot. She ran.Bursting out the back door, Kael was already there. He grabbed her elbow, shoved her into the carriage, and vaulted onto the driver's seat. The horses lunged forward before the door closed.They didn't speak until they were halfway back. Kael's left hand reached blindly into the carriage, found hers, and gripped with bone-deep pressure. Not tender. Fierce. Claiming."You exceeded the time," his voice was raw. "I was a minute from burning that place down."She could feel the tremor in his hand—controlled panic. His fingers laced with hers, desperate reassurance. The warmth was immediate, then shadowed by the cold ache of Thane's absence.She pressed the paper into their joined hands. "Proof of treason. Silver Nitrate. Malven's seal."Kael's eyes scanned the document, never releasing her
The journey down was less procession, more grim assessment. Pyre's sharp eyes cataloged the blighted land.At the settlement, Borin's hulking figure approached. "Pyre! They dragged you out here!""Borin! Playing foreman!" Pyre clapped his arm. "When a letter describes catastrophe this delicious, how could I resist?"At the poisoned stream, Pyre knelt without regard for robes. He uncorked vials, dipped one into iridescent sludge, brought it to his nose—and chuckled dryly."Oh, that's brilliant. Horribly brilliant. Sulfur notes almost elegant, but someone added mercury and arsenic kick. A cocktail for ages."Borin g
That evening, dinner was a battlefield of silence. The clink of cutlery was deafening.Elira sat between them, senses overwhelmed. Thane's anger rolled off him cold and metallic. Kael's shame and resentment were sour and sharp. She reached out mentally to Thane:What happened?A wall of silence slammed down in her mind. Thane didn't look up. The rejection stung.Kael broke the audible silence, voice clipped."The investigation. What did you find?"Thane looked up, eyes meeting Kael's. The air crackled.
Elira was cleaning a wound in the makeshift hospital when she noticed Kael at the food line. An old woman in a worn cloak stood before him, hood shadowing her face. Something about her posture—too straight for her apparent age—made Elira's wolf stir uneasily.Kael handed the woman bread and meat. Instead of leaving, she followed his gaze to Elira."What a tragic fate," the old woman said, her voice a dry rustle.Kael's posture stiffened."What do you mean?""A hunter falling for his prey. And she's already bound to another by the moon."Kael froz
Bor spat at their feet. "My son choked on your victory." He held out the lock of pale hair, not as an offering but as an indictment. "You carry this until the water runs clear. If you fail, I'll feed you to the poisoned stream myself."Elira took the hair. It was weightless. The promise it represented was not."You promised your support as a lord!" Bor's finger jabbed at Kael. "You gave us a grave instead of a future!" He turned burning eyes to Elira. "You swore on your name in the mine. My son was a fighter. The new poison wave from your 'victory' killed him in a day. Foam on his lips." His voice dropped. "What is the word of a noble worth? It's a curse. You're worse than the mine masters. They never pretended to care."Thane moved be
The dining hall in the Cinderfell mansion was too large for the three of them. The long, dark wood table could have seated twenty. They sat clustered at one end, a small island in a sea of polished, empty space, the silence between them louder than any conversation.Elira sat at the head, feeling like an imposter on a throne she never wanted. Kael sat to her left, and Thane to her right. It was a silent, agreed-upon arrangement that felt more like a trap than a seating chart.The clink of a porcelain cup was the only sound. Thane poured tea for Elira first, then for Kael, and finally for himself. He then placed a small, honey-drizzled pastry on the edge of her plate, his movement sure and quiet. He had done this every morning since their arrival, a ritual of care as constant as the sunrise.







