LOGIN"You're not going alone."Caius says it before I've even finished folding the letter, and something in his tone makes clear this isn't a negotiation he intends to lose."She asked for alone specifically.""She also lied to you about your father's death for three years," he says. "Forgive me if her preferences don't carry much weight with me right now.""If I bring guards, if I bring you, she'll shut down the moment we arrive. I know my sister." I catch myself on the possessive, strange and automatic, a dead man's memories supplying certainty about a woman I've known for less than two days in this body. "She's spent her whole life managing appearances. She won't say anything true in front of an audience that makes her look complicit."Caius's jaw tightens, but something in my argument lands, I can see him weighing it even as every protective instinct in him resists. "Then I come disguised. Close enough to reach you if something goes wrong, far enough that she doesn't see me as a threat
"He's not in the cell block. He's not anywhere in the lower levels."The guard delivers the news breathless, and I watch something in Caius's face go taut with a fear that has nothing to do with politics and everything to do with a young man he's only recently begun to trust."Search the servants' passages," Caius orders. "Every one of them. If Marcus took him, he didn't take him far. Not with this many guards doubled since dawn."We move through the lower citadel together, torchlight throwing long shadows across walls that feel colder with every corridor we clear and find empty. My body protests the pace, exhaustion and the lingering weight of everything the night demanded of it, but I push through, unwilling to be left behind while Caius hunts for a man who might already be in danger because of what he knows.It's Iris who finds him, her voice carrying urgent down a side passage near the old laundry rooms. "Here. He's here."Dominic is slumped against the wall, hands still bound, a
"The guard who stood outside this door all night just confessed."Garrison's voice is tight when he says it, and Caius turns from the window so fast the lock of hair nearly slips from his hand."Confessed to what.""To sleeping, my lord. Nothing more sinister than that, he swears it, but it means someone had a clear window to enter unseen." Garrison's jaw is set, humiliated on the guard's behalf and his own. "I've had him held for questioning. He says he was given wine before his shift. Didn't think twice about it. It came from the kitchens, same as always.""The same kitchens Marcus visited before his arrest," I say, the pieces sliding together with a clarity that settles something cold and certain in my chest. "The same compound Iris found in both our bloodwork. This isn't Reyne reaching into your private chambers, Caius. This is someone following a pattern Marcus already taught them."Caius's hand closes slowly around the lock of hair. "You think he arranged this from his cell. Bef
"Someone was standing over us. While we slept."Caius says it like he's testing whether the words can actually be true, staring at the lock of his own hair resting in Garrison's palm, and I watch something break loose in him that even the ring's theft hadn't managed."We need to search this room properly," I say, forcing steel into my voice because someone has to. "Every inch. If they got close enough to cut your hair and take a ring off your finger, they left something behind. Nobody is that careful."Iris arrives within minutes, summoned by Garrison, and the four of us go through the chamber methodically, lifting rugs, checking behind tapestries, running hands along the stone for any seam that shouldn't exist. It's Iris who finds it, crouched near the hearth, her fingers catching on something half tucked beneath the ash grate."Here."A small vial, empty, a faint residue clinging to the glass. She holds it to the light, sniffing carefully, her expression tightening."The same compou
"It can't be gone. You never take it off."I sit up fast, following his gaze to his bare finger, the pale indentation where the ring has sat every moment I've known him, now empty, skin slightly paler there than the rest of his hand."I didn't take it off." Caius is already out of bed, searching the sheets, the floor, every surface within reach, movements growing more frantic with each empty result. "I never take it off. Not to bathe, not to sleep, not once in six years.""Could it have slipped loose during the night," I ask, though even as I say it, the suggestion feels thin against the particular fear on his face."It fits exactly as it was fitted to fit. It doesn't slip." He stops searching, pressing both hands flat against the small writing desk near the window, shoulders rigid. "Someone took it from me while I slept, Rowan. In this room. With guards stationed outside the door the entire night."The implication settles cold between us. Whoever managed this didn't force their way i
"Closer than anyone has thought to suspect. That's not a clue, that's a taunt."Caius reads the note a third time, frustration bleeding into his voice, and I take it from his hands to look for myself, searching for anything he might have missed in his exhaustion."He's playing a game," I say slowly. "Marcus wants us distracted, hunting shadows instead of looking at what's directly in front of us.""Or he's telling the truth, and the real danger really has been standing close enough to touch this whole time." Caius drags a hand through his hair. "Either way, I'm done treating every new message like gospel. We have the journal. We have Reyne exposed in front of the full council. That's real ground, Rowan, not another riddle to chase.""Then let's use it," I say. "Stop reacting to every note slipped under a door and start closing in on who's actually left to suspect."Nadia crosses her arms, thinking it through with the same sharp focus she'd shown in the hidden chamber hours ago. "Narro







