FAZER LOGINBriony's POVI heard him before I saw him, his footsteps hard and fast down the hallway toward my room, urgency radiating off him even through the walls. I barely had time to set down the herbs I'd been sorting before the door slammed open."Kieran…""When were you planning on telling me?" His voice was rough, shaking with something raw underneath the fury. He held up the letter, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor."Sage found it," I said,but it wasn't really a question."Sage found it, and had the decency to actually tell me, unlike you." He stepped further into the room, closing the door hard behind him. "You wrote me a goodbye letter, Briony. You hid it in her cloak like a coward instead of telling me to my face.""I'm not a coward." The words came out sharper than I meant, defensive and hurt in equal measure. "I made a choice. A hard one, but mine to make.""Yours to make." He laughed, short and bitter, nothing like an actual laugh. "You want to talk about choices?
Sage's POVI didn't answer her. I couldn't, not with anything that felt true, so I left the healing house without another word, the letter still clutched tight in my fist like it might burn a hole through my palm if I loosened my grip.I avoided her for most of that day. Not intentionally at first, or maybe it was, I couldn't tell anymore where instinct ended and deliberate distance began. Every task Kieran assigned kept me moving anyway, checking supply lines, running messages between defensive posts, anything that kept my hands busy and my mind too occupied to sit with the weight of what I now knew.Rowan found me near midday, catching my arm gently as I passed through the training yard for the third time in an hour without actually accomplishing anything productive."You've been running in circles," he said. "Literally, I think, based on how many times I've seen you cross this same stretch of yard.""Busy," I said, the same word I'd thrown at him days ago, and just as useless now a
Sage's POVI grabbed my old cloak the next morning without thinking much of it, needing something warmer than my usual gear for the early patrol shift Kieran had assigned me before dawn. The lining had been loose for weeks, catching on things, and I made a mental note to finally fix it once this whole mess with Rourke settled one way or another.Something crinkled against my fingers as I pulled it on.I paused, frowning, reaching into the torn seam where the lining had come apart. My fingers closed around folded parchment, tucked deep enough that it clearly hadn't ended up there by accident."What the hell," I muttered, pulling it free.I recognized the handwriting the second I unfolded it. Briony's, careful and neat even when clearly written in a hurry, ink slightly smudged in places like tears had fallen before it dried completely.I read the first line, confusion knotting tight in my chest.‘If you're reading this, it means I didn't come back.’My stomach dropped straight through t
Briony's POVI threw myself into any task that needed doing, moving from one preparation to the next without giving myself room to sit still long enough for the decision sitting quiet in my chest to catch up with me."You're steady today," Bettina said, watching me sort through bandages with more focus than the task probably required. "More than I expected, given everything the last few days put you through.""Someone has to be steady," I said, keeping my voice light. "Might as well be me, since apparently I'm the reason for most of the chaos lately.""That's not funny.""Wasn't trying to be." I kept sorting, avoiding her eyes. "Just true."She studied me a moment longer, something considering in her expression that made me uneasy, like she'd caught the edge of something even if she couldn't quite name what."You seem different today," she said finally. "I can't put my finger on how exactly. Just different.""Probably still recovering. The fever took more out of me than I let on." It
Briony's POV"How long ago," I asked, needing the answer even though dread already told me I wouldn't like it. "How long ago would he have started building something like that?"Marisol hesitated, clearly working through the timeline in her own head. "Based on what I overheard, and how established the craftsmen seemed to be with the specifications, I'd guess months. Possibly longer.""Months," Kieran repeated, disbelief and fury in his voice. "Before the wedding even happened. Before any of us knew the mark had resurfaced in this generation at all.""I think that's exactly right," Halric said quietly, having arrived partway through Marisol's confession, his own face pale with the weight of it. "Which means Rourke's people didn't simply react to learning Briony carried the mark. They anticipated it. Planned for it. Possibly even engineered circumstances to ensure it happened exactly the way it did.""You're saying the wedding switch, Marisol running, all of it," I said slowly, "might n
Kieran's POV"Say that again," I said, certain I misheard him."The healing house, Alpha." The scout's voice shook slightly, he held his ground. "Every path they're taking circles wide around our main defenses. They're not testing the front gate at all. They're routing around it entirely.""That's insane," Sage said, disbelief plain on her face. "Why circle an entire army around when the front gate's the obvious point of entry?""Because the front gate isn't what he wants," I said, the shape of it settling cold and clear in my chest even as I said it out loud. "He never wanted Ashvale's territory badly enough to fight through our strongest defenses for it. He wants her."Every eye in the yard turned toward Briony, still standing beside Bettina despite the healer's clear objections to her being out of bed at all."Me," Briony said quietly, the word landing heavy between us."You," I confirmed, fury and fear tangling together fast in my chest. "Every strategy we've built the last three







