“Haven’t seen her all day,” he said. “She was supposed to be here hours ago. We’ve been short-staffed because of it.”My stomach dropped to my feet. I dared to ask, “And Tomas?”Chris gave me a curious look, then shook his head again. “Haven’t seen him either. He was supposed to have the morning shi
EvelynThe library was quiet this time of night. It was the perfect place to conduct research into the early hours of the morning with its peaceful backdrop to my terrifying research.But I didn’t need peace anymore. I needed answers.Stacked papers surrounded me, corners curling with age, the ink o
But now I was beginning to think that when she told the story, she told it too perfectly. And too often. Like she was repeating something she had memorized as though it were a script. Always with the same sigh, the same wistful smile, as though she'd rehearsed it.It never quite sat right with me af
Logan I decided that I needed to prove to her how sorry I was about everything that had happened recently. Words didn’t feel like they had fallen short in our conversation. She had forgiven me so easily, I wanted to show her that I was sincere.A cluster of white roses was delivered to the medical
The walk there felt heavier than usual. The palace halls were quieter these days, as if even the walls were listening.When I entered, she was already standing by the window, arms folded, looking out over the wet courtyard. The scent of rosemary and parchment filled the room.“Close the door,” she s
LoganI didn’t sleep the night after the confrontation.Even after Emma stormed out of the infirmary, even after leaving Evelyn with her spine straight and her expression carved from steel, the weight of it all clung to me like damp fog. I sat in my room, staring at the dying embers of the fire, hau