LOGINI didn't get to prepare. Not the way I wanted. No time for Corvin to chase down one last translation, or for Serrin to warn me about everything that could go wrong. No time for Rhys to say the things I could see burning in his eyes. If he said them now, it would only make this harder for both of us.All that was left was the ward line, the crack, and that strange, heavy light you get an hour before everything changes for good."I'm going with you," Rhys said. It wasn't a question, and I didn't try to make it one."I know," I said."I'm going with you," Kaelan said from my other side. I didn't have to look to know what passed between them. It wasn't rivalry anymore. Not even the truce they'd built. Just two men who'd spent a year learning that neither of them would let me walk into this alone. Both of them close enough to catch me if I fell."The bond," Corvin said quietly. "If you're both going Ivy, I don't know what stepping this close to the boundary alongside both forms of connecti
Silence crashed down on us. The question hung there, heavy and sharp, daring me to answer. It wanted the truth, not permission. That realization hit harder than anything the Hollow had said so far. It wanted an answer. Just an answer."No," I said.Something rippled through the crack. Surprise. It hadn’t expected me to answer so fast. I could feel it, sharp and real."I won't ask you to disappear for us," I said again, my voice stronger this time. "I don't care what the six decide. I don't care what it costs me. I'm not going to be the one who trades your existence for my own safety and pretends that's a win. I spent this whole year learning what that really means. I'm not about to forget it just because things got hard.""Ivy." Corvin's voice was careful behind me. "If the Hollow doesn't intervene""Then we find another way," I said, staring straight at the Hollow. I needed it to hear me, no filters, no softening. "I mean it. I already refused a ritual that tried to erase my will, in
We rode for the hollow before the sun even thought about rising. Emberly stayed behind with Mira, two warriors guarding her door. No one was allowed to say Aster's name near her. Not until she could just be a woman again, filing papers, sleeping without nightmares.I kept my fear to myself until we were almost at the ward line. Maybe I needed the ride to see if the thought would survive the morning, or if it only made sense in the desperate dark after Aster let go."The Hollow told us it was the only remnant of the original fracture," I said, my voice barely carrying over the horses' hooves. "It told me, months ago, that something else had been watching alongside it, and that discovery frightened it as much as it frightened us. I believed it. I still believe it wasn't lying.""But," Rhys said."But it never said it wasn't one of the seven," I said. "It let me assume that, because I never asked directly. And I think, now, that it's been letting all of us assume a great many things it n
Emberly's hand was still pressed to her chest when the color left her eyes. It didn’t happen all at once. I watched the color drain from her eyes, slow and creeping, like frost crawling over a pond. The brown I knew vanished, replaced by a pale, shifting gray that didn’t look human at all. "Rhys." I didn't take my eyes off her. "Don't touch her yet." Rhys moved before I could stop him, half-crouched, ready to catch her. His hands hovered in the air, every muscle tense, fighting the urge to help her. Emberly’s breathing slowed, too steady, too calm. She looked like someone who wasn’t in control anymore. When she spoke, her voice sounded the same soft, with that hint of a western accent I’d noticed the first time we met, but something else was there, something bigger, echoing through her words. "I did not mean to frighten her," Emberly said, though I understood, immediately, that Emberly wasn't the one speaking anymore. "I have been trying to reach her gently. Gentleness has never
We found her in the archive wing, alone, way past midnight. She was buried in council papers, like she couldn't let herself stop working, even when everyone else had gone home.She looked up as the door creaked open. Right away, I saw what Bianca meant. This wasn't just tiredness. She looked like she was running on fumes, dark circles under her eyes, her gaze slipping away from mine even as she tried to hold it together."Lady Hart." Her voice was polite, careful, the voice of a woman who'd spent years learning to speak to people considerably more important than herself without ever showing how much it cost her. "I wasn't told to expect a visit tonight.""You weren't," I said, as gently as I knew how. "I'm sorry for the hour. I need to ask you something, and I need you to trust that I'm not asking out of idle curiosity."Something flickered in her eyes. Not fear, exactly. More like the kind of wariness you get when you've learned that careful questions are never simple. "All right.""
"She had a daughter."Yselle's voice was barely a whisper. For a second, I thought I'd imagined it. The lamp crackled, Rhys shifted by the door, and her words almost vanished in the noise."You said she left no family," Corvin said carefully. "Fifteen years, and you never mentioned a child.""Because I didn't know it mattered. Not until right now." Yselle pressed her hand to her temple, like she was dragging something out of the dark. "There was a girl. Twelve, maybe thirteen, when Aster left. She called Aster her mother. I never saw a real resemblance, but nobody ever doubted her. Not in my network." Yselle looked up, and I saw it the memory snapping into place, too late to change anything. "The girl stayed. Aster asked me to look after her. The same night she said she was going home.""What was her name," I asked, though I already dreaded the answer would be one I recognized."Mabel," Yselle said. "No, that's not it. Something close. Isobel." She shook her head, and for once, she lo







