เข้าสู่ระบบRoland.I had never known a single night to stretch out as long and agonizing as this one.The Conclave wardens hauled Garrick from the damp earth and found a faint, thready pulse beneath the black veins spiderwebbing across his neck. They carried his paralyzed body toward the infirmary under heavy armed guard. The neurotoxin had not killed him, but it had stripped his vocal cords and locked his muscles, leaving him alive and unable to speak a single word. The elders swarmed the courtyard and demanded an immediate explanation for the sniper attack, but I ignored every single one of them.I grabbed Aurora by the hand, motioned for Marguerite to follow us and steered them both out of the chaotic firelight. We pushed through the panicked crowd of enforcers and retreated into the estate, navigating the winding corridors until we reached my mother’s private sitting room.I shut the door and turned the deadbolt, sliding the brass chain into place. Then I pulled the velvet drapes closed ove
Aurora.I did not see the woman step out of the tree line at first. My attention remained fixed on the silver dart protruding from Garrick's neck and the dark blood pooling on the damp earth beneath his collapsing body. Then the entire circle of Blackwood elders went dead silent. The shouting ceased in an instant, replacing the chaotic panic of the trial with a breathless, collective tension that raised the hair on my arms.I turned away from the dying Conclave leader and searched the edge of the clearing. A figure in a gray cloak stepped past the ancient standing stones and lowered a silver crossbow toward the soil. The stranger reached up with a steady hand and pushed back her heavy woolen hood.The face beneath the fabric was older than the woman I remembered from the faded photographs scattered across Arthur's desk. Deep lines framed her eyes and a stark streak of white cut through her dark hair, but the brilliant gold shining in her irises remained unmistakable. My mother had
Roland.“What trick is this, Eleanor?” Garrick demanded, his voice sharp and defensive in the sudden gloom. “The wardens sealed my son's house. No one leaves that estate without my direct authorization.”“Your wardens are incompetent and your seals are broken,” Eleanor answered. She stood near the garden gate with her hands resting in the pockets of her coat. “I suggest you prepare yourself, Garrick. She is not in a forgiving mood.”A single flame bloomed at the far edge of the clearing, pushing the shadows back.Aurora walked into the circle of stone holding a brass lantern. Mud caked her boots and stained the hem of her jeans. Her breath formed pale clouds in the chilled air, but she stood taller than any Conclave leader in the territory. Her hazel eyes burned with a brilliant, undeniable gold.The severed bond slammed back into my chest like an iron door ripped from its hinges. Her frantic, driving heartbeat poured directly into mine. A massive wave of heat rushed through my veins,
Aurora.I read the letter standing up, keeping my back rigid while the fire hissed in the stone grate and Cassian watched me from the far side of the library. Each handwritten line hit my chest like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs and forcing me to reread the elegant, looping script just to ensure my mind was not playing tricks on me.“She did not die in that hospital,” I said aloud, my voice cracking on the final word.“Read the rest of it, Aurora,” Cassian instructed, stepping away from the wall to rest his hands on the back of a leather armchair.“She says she faked the end of her life,” I continued, gripping the edges of the parchment until the paper crumpled under my fingers. “She staged a tragedy to keep the Council from reaching me and Lila, then vanished into the Conclave's walls. She has been hiding inside your fortress for twenty-five years.”“She is the one who found me,” Cassian explained, pacing a short line across the woven rug. “She realized I hated Garr
Roland.I sat in the parlor of the Blackwood estate and stared at the empty fireplace while the hours crawled toward dusk. The bond inside my chest remained entirely silent, leaving a vast and terrifying void where Aurora’s vibrant heartbeat belonged. The Conclave wardens had severed the connection with brutal magical efficiency and the absence felt like a missing limb.My mother walked into the room and pressed a porcelain cup of tea into my hands. She sat beside me on the sofa, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I leaned into her embrace and let her hold me, dropping the stoic mask I wore for the rest of the territory.“I am afraid, Eleanor,” I admitted, staring down at the dark liquid in my cup and listening to the quiet house.“You should be afraid,” Eleanor answered, stroking the back of my neck as she rested her cheek against my temple. “Your mate is locked inside a Conclave fortress and you are facing a rigged trial designed to break you. Fear keeps you alert. It reminds yo
Aurora.I walked through the sealed wrought-iron gates of the Thorne estate with my chin held high. I squeezed Lila's hand once before the wardens in gray cloaks stepped between us, escorting my sister back toward Margot's waiting vehicle.The massive iron doors slammed shut behind me with a resounding clang that echoed through the empty courtyard like a prison gate.The exact moment the lock engaged, my bond with Roland went completely dead.A vast, terrifying silence rushed into my chest, replacing the warm thrum of his heartbeat. The sudden severing felt like losing a physical limb. I rubbed my sternum and forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to steady my pulse without his familiar presence anchoring me through the connection.The Conclave wardens had promised isolation and they delivered it with brutal magical efficiency. I was entirely alone behind enemy lines.“Follow me, Aurora,” Cassian instructed, turning away from the gates and marching toward the main entrance.I fol







