INICIAR SESIÓN"Let me see them, or I start cutting."Marcus's voice carries clear and cold across the citadel courtyard, and the sight waiting for us when we arrive stops my heart cold in my chest. Nadia kneels in the torchlight, hands bound, a blade pressed flat against her throat, Iris beside her in the same condition, both women pale but defiant despite the danger."Let them go," Caius says, stepping forward, every line of him coiled tight enough to shatter."Not until Rowan steps closer." Marcus's eyes find me over Nadia's shoulder, something manic burning behind the usual polished calm. "I want him to see this properly. I want him to understand exactly what he's cost me tonight.""I've cost you nothing," I say, forcing steadiness into my voice despite the way my whole body wants to shake. "You did this to yourself, Marcus. Every choice, every lie, every drop of poison.""I did what needed doing." His grip tightens on the blade, and Nadia's breath catches audibly. "I was meant to inherit this H
"We're going now."Caius is already reaching for a cloak, voice brooking no argument, and I'm on my feet before Iris can object, adrenaline burning through the exhaustion that had tried to claim me a moment ago."Absolutely not." Iris steps directly into his path, arms crossed, every inch the physician refusing to be overruled. "He's been poisoned for hours, my lord. He needs rest, fluids, monitoring. A midnight ride to a crypt is the last thing either of them need.""My mother may be standing over my dead husband's grave right now, conspiring with the man who's been trying to kill my unborn child," Caius says, low and furious. "I am not leaving that unanswered until morning.""Then go. I'm coming with you." I meet Iris's eyes before she can argue. "I'm not sitting here wondering what you find while my own fate gets decided somewhere I can't see it.""Rowan—""I've survived worse than a carriage ride tonight," I say. "Let me survive this too, on my own feet, not locked in a room waiti
"Lock every door in this wing. Now."Caius's voice cracks through the infirmary like a whip, and the guard is gone before the echo fades, boots pounding down the corridor to relay the order. I watch him crush Marcus's note in his fist, and for the first time all night I see something close to panic breaking through the composure he's worn like armor since this morning."A face you trust completely," I repeat. "That could mean anyone.""That's the point." He drags a hand down his face. "Garrison. Iris. Nadia. My own mother. He's chosen his words to make me suspect every person I'd normally turn to for help.""Or," I say slowly, "he's chosen them because one specific person actually deserves the suspicion, and the vagueness is meant to drown that name in noise."Caius goes still, turning the idea over. "You think there's a real name hiding inside the threat.""I think a man clever enough to drug someone slowly enough to avoid detection doesn't waste words for theater alone. He wants you
"Tell me she's lying."Caius is already moving down the corridor before I catch my breath, his hand locked around mine, pulling me along at a pace my body can barely keep."I wouldn't send for you over a lie," Garrison says, matching our stride. "Iris wouldn't either."We find her in the small infirmary off the east wing, standing over a tray of vials with her sleeves pushed up and her face carved from something grim and focused. She looks up when we enter and the relief in her expression doesn't quite erase the fear underneath it."Sit," she says to me, already reaching for my wrist to check my pulse. "Now, please.""Tell me what's wrong," I say, even as I let her guide me onto the examination table."Your bloodwork from an hour ago showed elevated markers consistent with a mild toxin. Not enough to be fatal on its own, but enough to explain the dizziness, the fainting, all of it." Her fingers press gently along my abdomen, checking, searching. "I didn't think much of it until I comp
"Where is he."Caius is already moving before Garrison finishes the sentence, the crushed paper still in his fist, and I'm right behind him, adrenaline burning through the exhaustion that had started to pull at my whole body a minute ago."The council wing, my lord. He hasn't left since the interrogation ended." Garrison matches our pace down the corridor, voice tight. "I can have him detained.""No." Caius's voice is low and lethal. "I want to hear what he intends to say to my face before he knows I've already heard it secondhand.""Caius." I catch his sleeve, slow him half a step. "If you walk in there enraged, he'll see exactly how deep the threat landed. Let him think it didn't."Something in his jaw eases, just slightly, the fury banking itself back into something colder and more useful. "You think in angles even now.""Someone in this house has to."He finds Marcus in a sitting room near the council wing, a glass of wine untouched on the table beside him, every inch of his postu
"Say it isn't true."Caius pulls the dagger free from the stone with a single sharp motion, and his hand is shaking in a way I haven't seen from him all night, not during the breach, not even holding the tooth sealed in wax."It's a lie," he says again, like repetition might make it one. "A cruel, calculated lie meant to break something in me, and I refuse to give it the satisfaction.""Caius." Nadia's voice has gone careful, the tone you use with someone standing too close to an edge. "Who else sleeps in your wing. Who has access to your chambers that nobody questions."The question lands and I watch the color drain entirely from his face, watch him work through a list in his head that clearly terrifies him more with every name he crosses off."Isolde," he says finally, barely a whisper. "My mother.""She wouldn't," I say, though I have no basis for that beyond a single cold dinner this evening where she looked at me like something scraped off her shoe."I would have said the same of







