LOGINPOV: MagnusI spent the morning in the guard barracks, questioning the six men who had failed to keep a single chained witch inside her cell. Their stories were consistent enough, all claiming a disturbance in the east wing had pulled two of them away, leaving the remaining four distracted by shouting they could hear echoing from the main corridor.A disturbance. I had already heard whispers of Iris and Lyra arguing loudly over a missing necklace that night, a detail so trivial it barely seemed worth mentioning, and yet the timing bothered me more than I wanted to admit.I found Iris in the garden that afternoon, sitting with her embroidery, her expression bored and unbothered by the chaos still gripping the household. "Tell me about the necklace," I said, stopping in front of her.She looked up, startled. "What necklace, Alpha?""The one you and your sister argued over the night the witch escaped," I said, watching her face carefully. "The argument loud enough to pull two guards away
POV: RoxanaI stood in the empty corridor long after Magnus disappeared around the corner, my chest aching with something heavier than fear. Disappointment. I had seen it flicker across his face before he masked it, and somehow that hurt worse than any threat he could have made.I made my way back to my room, my legs heavy with exhaustion neither sleep nor time could fix. The moment I shut the door behind me, I sank onto the edge of my bed, pressing my palms against my eyes until stars bloomed behind them.A soft knock interrupted the silence. I opened the door to find Celeste standing there, her expression unusually serious, none of her practiced sweetness on display."We need to talk," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "About the debt you owe me."My stomach tightened. "I have not forgotten," I said, closing the door behind her. "What is it you want, Celeste?"She walked slowly toward the window, her fingers trailing along the edge of my dresser as she con
POV: RoxanaI barely slept before the sun rose, my mind replaying every moment of the night over and over, searching for any crack in my story Magnus might have noticed. When the maids came to dress me, their hands trembled slightly, the entire household clearly still shaken from the chaos of the missing witch.By the time I reached the dining hall, the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Victoria and Celeste sat stiffly at the table, Jaxon lounged with a smug expression that made my skin crawl, and Magnus stood near the window, his back to the room, radiating quiet fury."The prisoner escaped under everyone's nose," Victoria said the moment I sat down, her voice dripping with false concern. "How strange, that it happens so soon after our new Luna developed such a deep interest in fertility herbs.""Careful, Victoria," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the exhaustion pulling at my bones. "Unless you are suggesting I somehow slipped past six armed guards myself, I w
POV: RoxanaI pressed myself deeper into the shadows as boots pounded past on the other side of the stone wall, my breath held so tightly my chest ached. Magnus's voice carried through the corridor again, sharp and furious, ordering guards to check every cell, every corner, every shadow.I could not stay here. If they searched carefully enough, they would find the loose stone, and then there would be no explanation clever enough to save me.I crept back along the narrow passage toward the gap Celeste had led me through, my fingers scraping against damp stone as I moved as quietly as my shaking legs would allow. When I reached the opening, my stomach dropped. Celeste was gone.I squeezed through the gap anyway, praying the guards near the main corridor were still distracted by the chaos of the missing prisoner. The side passage behind the kitchens was empty, silent except for the distant echo of shouting from the dungeon below.I hurried through the dark servants' stairwell, my mind ra
POV: RoxanaI waited in my room until the moon climbed high enough to spill silver light across my floor, my hands clenched tight around the stolen key the entire time. Every creak of the mansion settling made my heart lurch, certain it was Magnus returning early, certain it was Victoria finally deciding to search my room herself.A soft knock finally came, three quiet taps against my door. I opened it to find Celeste standing there, dressed in a plain dark cloak instead of her usual silks."Come," she said simply, already turning down the hallway. "We do not have long before the distraction wears off.""What distraction?" I asked, hurrying to keep pace with her quick, silent steps."Iris and Lyra are currently arguing loudly in the east wing over a stolen necklace that never actually existed," Celeste said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "I may have planted the idea in both their heads earlier tonight. Sisters fight loudest when they believe they have been wronged.""You used you
POV: Roxana"Magnus," I said again, my heart hammering so hard I was certain he could hear it. "What were you doing down there?"He studied my face for a long moment before answering, his expression giving away nothing. "I went to speak with the witch," he said simply. "Alone. Without you standing between us this time."The floor seemed to tilt slightly beneath my feet. "You went to see her without telling me?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady even as panic clawed up my throat. "Why would you do that?""Because I wanted the truth," Magnus said, stepping closer. "And I did not think I would get it from you.""What did she tell you?" I asked, hating how quickly the question left my mouth, how desperate it sounded even to my own ears."Nothing," Magnus said, watching my reaction closely. "She refused to give me a single real answer. But her silence told me more than words would have, Roxana. She is protecting you. A woman who believes she was betrayed does not protect her betraye







