로그인ANWEN'S POVI paced my chamber all afternoon and well into the evening, unable to sit still for more than a heartbeat.Every sound in the corridor made me pause and strain my ears, foolishly hoping it might be Fenric returning with news. Whenever footsteps passed, I rushed to the door, pulling it open just enough to peek outside.But it was almost always Wells.Being the only servant permitted on this level, Wells moved constantly between chambers carrying linens, cleaning supplies, and stacks of folded clothing. By the time night settled over Blackreach, the sound of his soft footsteps had become painfully familiar.He always paused politely whenever he found me lingering near the doorway, though eventually even his expression began to show weariness at the sight of me.So when footsteps echoed through the corridor again—heavier than Wells’s careful tread, faster too—I shot to my feet and hurried to the door.“Fenric,” I breathed.But it wasn’t Fenric. It was Rhydan.He slowed the mo
FENRIC'S POVI watched Anwen as she ate her breakfast in silence, her movements small and careful, her eyes fixed on her plate.She had been mostly well-behaved these past few days—almost too well-behaved—ever since she’d asked for my help. The fire was still there beneath her skin, but she was holding it back, banking it, forcing herself to stay in control.For me.For her so-called brother’s freedom.And somehow, this restrained version of her amused me far more than the fiery one ever had. Well… perhaps only slightly more.She no longer glared at Rhydan. She was almost too obedient with Brammon. And every time I thought she might finally hurl a knife at me whenever I teased her, she bit her tongue instead.Anwen scraped the last bite from her plate, just as Brammon had instructed. I realized then that I wasn’t the only one watching her. Brammon’s assessing gaze drifted toward her every so often, while Rhydan pretended to occupy himself with his meal despite the sideways glances he
ANWEN'S POVI wasn’t sure Fenric would take me seriously.But out of the three of them, he was the least dismissive—the least likely to shut me down before I had even finished speaking. That didn’t mean he would agree, though. He might find the idea laughable. He might tease me for it. Or worse, turn it into another source of amusement.And yet, he was my only chance.Fenric listened more than most.So I took a breath and forced myself to meet his gaze. The golden light filtering through the autumn leaves caught against his silver-grey eyes as he watched me in silence, waiting. “Help me free my brother,” I said.The words left me in a rush, but once they were out, I held my ground. I braced for the same reaction Rhydan had given me—anger, refusal.Or Brammon’s cold dismissal.I half expected Fenric to scoff, to shake his head, to tell me I was being ridiculous.But instead, his smile widened.Not mockingly. Not cruelly.And somehow, that unsettled me even more. Because I couldn’t t
FENRIC'S POVI genuinely thought that after the full moon incident—and after I abandoned her in that cursed maze—Anwen wouldn’t want anything to do with me.So when she asked me to take her outside today, I almost thought I’d misheard her.But she meant it.And I agreed before she could change her mind.If she was willing to give me another chance—even the smallest one—I would take it. I’d make things right. I’d earn back whatever trust I’d broken.Of course, that didn’t mean I could stop myself from getting under her skin whenever the opportunity presented itself. I probably shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do, but there’s something irresistible about the way she reacts.The spark that flashes in her blue eyes when she’s irritated. The sharp rise of her soft voice when she snaps back at me. The way color blooms across her pale skin as she fights to contain her annoyance.She burns so brightly when she’s angry.And I like seeing her on fire.I leaned against the doorway with my arms fo
ANWEN'S POVI stirred as a bead of sweat slid from my temple down my cheek, the familiar sign that my fever had finally broken. Relief washed through me, and I instinctively burrowed closer, pressing my face against it with a soft sigh.I was just beginning to drift back toward sleep when my hand brushed against something warm and solid.My eyes snapped open.I was staring at a chest. A bare chest.My head jerked upward so quickly it sent dizziness flaring behind my eyes. And there, only inches away, was Rhydan asleep beside me.For once, his face looked completely unguarded.No cold stare. No sharp frown. Just the slow rise and fall of his breathing, copper hair fallen loosely across his forehead as he slept.My heart clenched painfully.My gaze dropped again—first to the broad expanse of his bare chest, then lower. And lower still.He wasn’t wearing anything.A sharp spike of panic shot through me. I looked down at myself, lifting the edge of the blanket with trembling fingers.I wa
ANWEN'S POVI woke shivering violently—not just from the fever clawing its way back through my body, but from the cold itself.The chamber was freezing.Even beneath the thick blankets, harsh autumn wind slipped through the room, biting at my skin and stealing what little warmth remained. The fire in the hearth had long since burned out, leaving only darkness and cold stone around me.Outside, rain battered the fortress. I could hear it crashing against the walls and balconies in heavy sheets, broken now and then by distant thunder rolling through the mountains.For a moment, my thoughts stayed sluggish with sleep, fever, and the potion Brammon had ordered me to take before bed.My eyes strained as I searched the chamber. There was no moonlight—no silver glow through the windows, no soft spill of light from the balcony doors.The balcony doors.Realization cut through the haze.I had left them open earlier. After the kings left, I’d stepped outside for air, letting the cold wind clear







