Masuk"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
"On what grounds," Caius says, before the guard has even finished relaying the message, already moving toward the door with the journal still clutched in one hand."She has a witness, my lord. Someone who claims to have seen Rowan speaking with Marcus in the garden shortly before his escape." The guard's eyes dart to me, apologetic for carrying words he clearly doesn't believe himself. "She's gathering the full council in the main hall as we speak.""That's impossible," I say, my pulse jumping despite the certainty in my own voice. "I haven't left your sight since the courtyard.""I know that," Caius says, already striding down the corridor with the journal tucked inside his coat. "She's betting the council doesn't."Garrison falls into step beside us, Nadia close behind, the small group moving with the particular urgency of people who understand exactly how quickly public opinion can curdle in a room full of frightened, tired nobility looking for someone simple to blame. I feel every
"Taken, or did he walk out on his own feet?"Caius's voice is low, controlled in a way that doesn't match the fury visibly working through his jaw, and Garrison hesitates just long enough to answer the question honestly instead of comfortably."The cell door wasn't forced, my lord. It was unlocked. From the inside." Garrison's eyes flick to me, apologetic for what he's about to say. "We believe Dominic freed himself first, then freed Marcus."The air leaves my chest in a rush. "Dominic wouldn't help him. Not after everything Marcus did to try to destroy this marriage, this family.""We don't know that for certain anymore," Caius says, grim. "We don't know much of anything for certain tonight."I dress quickly, Caius barely sparing a glance for propriety as he pulls on his coat, both of us moving with the particular efficiency of people who've already lived through one crisis too many in the last twelve hours to waste time on composure. By the time we reach the lower cells, a small cro
"It's only a bird."Caius exhales, shoulders dropping from where they'd gone rigid a moment ago, and crosses to the window to pull the latch, revealing nothing more sinister than a startled night heron that had landed on the sill and gone still at the sound of voices inside."A bird," I repeat, half laughing despite the adrenaline still thrumming through me. "After everything tonight, a bird nearly gave you a heart attack.""After everything tonight," he says, dragging a hand down his face, "I think I've earned the right to be slightly unreasonable about shadows." He shoos the heron off with a gentle wave and latches the window properly, checking it twice before finally turning back to me. "Go back to sleep. I mean it this time.""You say that like sleep is something I can simply decide to do.""I say it because I watched you talk a man down from a blade an hour ago, and somehow that composure hasn't failed you once tonight, but I know better than to think none of it touched you." He
Chapter 27: A Mark That Shouldn't Match"Say that again. Slowly."Caius takes the document from Garrison's hand, and I watch him read it twice before he looks up, confusion plain on his face where dread had been a moment ago."It's not what it sounded like," Garrison says quickly, apologetic. "I misspoke. Forgive me, my lord, I was rattled. Dr. Halloway's exact words were that the marker isn't natural. Not that Marcus isn't human."Iris crosses the garden toward us, still catching her breath from the ordeal with Marcus's blade, and takes the document from Caius with brisk, clinical focus replacing the fear from minutes ago."It's a compound signature," she says, scanning the page. "Not a bloodline trait. A residue certain sedatives leave behind in the blood when administered repeatedly over weeks, sometimes months. I found the same signature in Rowan's bloodwork this morning and assumed it came from a single recent exposure, the banquet night." Her brow furrows. "But Marcus's results







