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A Room with Two Locks
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2026-11-07 06:47:23Willa
Ward took the chart out of my hands.
"I didn't prescribe this."
For a few seconds, no one spoke. I could hear a child coughing beyond the door, followed by an attendant's low murmur. Ordinary sounds. I wanted to go out there and ask whether the girl with the sore ear had slept. Instead, I sat beneath the lamp while four
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REJECTED LUNA: CARRYING THE ENEMY'S CHILD Chapter 17
WillaI didn’t read the second fold.I sat on the edge of the bed with the paper open to its first crease and listened to Callan in the sitting room. A chair scraped. Glass clinked against glass. If I read on, he would hear my breathing change, and I wanted to know what was written before I had to deal with his face.“Willa?”“One moment.”“You’ve gone quiet.”“I’m packing.”“You’re not.”I didn’t answer. He stopped pretending to look at the chairs.I opened the second fold.It was a transfer sheet, the kind the crown used to move patients between stations. The columns were ruled by hand, and the ink had browned, but the figures were clear. Northern Station 9, outbound. The branch-and-cup crest sat in the corner. Beneath it ran eleven names, most of them struck through.Mine was the ninth line.W., female, approx. three years. No surname recorded. Mother retained.Beside it, in the next column: Silvermoon. Custody to a local physician. A seal had been pressed there so hard that it had
REJECTED LUNA: CARRYING THE ENEMY'S CHILD The First Confession
WillaI caught the old woman's hand before she could disappear among the servants."How did you know my mother?"She looked at Callan and tried to bow. Her knees weren't good enough for it. He stopped her with a hand beneath her elbow and pulled a chair close."Sit," he said. "Tell her."Her name was Martha Wren. She'd worked in palace kitchens since before Callan was born, with a few years at a northern way station while her husband was alive. Elspeth had come through with patients then. Sick wolves from settlements that didn't have the right signatures for a royal hospital bed."She'd bring them to the back," Martha said. "I'd give them broth before the station steward could count how many bowls we'd used."I knelt beside her chair. Around us, the reception broke apart in murmured good-byes, but I couldn't have told anyone who left or when."Did she bring me?"Martha looked at me for a long moment. "Once. A little girl asleep in her coat. I don't know if it was you. I never learned
REJECTED LUNA: CARRYING THE ENEMY'S CHILD The Invitation from Agnes
WillaHelena looked at the cut pages for so long that I wondered whether she had known they were missing."Was it like this when you put it away?" I asked."I don't remember. I was looking for the treatment accounts then.""For your husband?"She closed the cover gently. "After him."Callan watched his mother from the window. Something passed across his face that made me think of the way he'd insisted I keep breathing where he could see me. I wanted to ask, but Helena already had one hand on the bell."I'll have my librarian look for another edition. Quietly."Quietly had become the word everyone used before doing anything that ought to have been simple. Get a book. Dress a wound. Find out what had happened to a child.The invitation for the following afternoon arrived while Helena was still there.Council Matriarch Agnes Rooke requested my presence at a reception supporting the palace's charitable medical fund. A handwritten note beneath it promised an opportunity to become acquainte
REJECTED LUNA: CARRYING THE ENEMY'S CHILD What the Mark Can Do
WillaI turned toward Callan so quickly that Corbett's hand slipped out of mine.The king was standing beside the treatment couch, his throat half-hidden beneath his open collar. The ambush wound had healed to a pale seam. I'd examined it myself. I'd watched his pulse steady. For days, I'd been thinking about what was inside my skin."Sit down," I told him."Willa…""Please."The word brought him into the chair. Ward checked his pulse while I examined the wound. Callan stayed still beneath my fingers, his eyes on my face. There was no fever, no new discoloration, no sign of the violent poiso
REJECTED LUNA: CARRYING THE ENEMY'S CHILD A Room with Two Locks
WillaWard took the chart out of my hands."I didn't prescribe this."For a few seconds, no one spoke. I could hear a child coughing beyond the door, followed by an attendant's low murmur. Ordinary sounds. I wanted to go out there and ask whether the girl with the sore ear had slept. Instead, I sat beneath the lamp while four people studied a lie about what had entered my body.Callan reached for the chart. "Who signed it?""Someone copying my initials," Ward said. "The dose was entered before Willa arrived.""Could someone have given me something on the road?" I asked.Maya's face tightened. She'd slept too. All of us had, at one poin
REJECTED LUNA: CARRYING THE ENEMY'S CHILD Silver in the Blood
WillaCallan looked at the blood on his hand as if he wanted to tear the color out of it."Ward!"His shout brought footsteps running. I grabbed a cloth from the examination trolley and pressed it to my neck before he could pick me up."I'm standing. You don't need to carry me.""You're bleeding.""Which will happen at the same speed in your arms."He swore, but he let me sit on the table. The kiss still trembled through me, making the abrupt return of pain feel obscenely unfair. My lips were tender. His shirt was twisted where I'd gripped it. I couldn't bear the fear in his face when Ward came through the door.
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