FAZER LOGINThe first rogue dropped from the branches before she'd even finished turning toward the sound. Aurora threw herself sideways on instinct, Thorne's training taking over before her mind had caught up to what was happening, and the claws that would have opened her throat raked across her shoulder instead, tearing fabric and skin both. Pain flared hot and immediate, and somewhere underneath it, a colder thought surfaced just as fast. She'd walked out here without a single guard, without telling anyone which direction she'd gone, because she'd wanted to be alone more than she'd wanted to be safe. She hit the ground hard, rolled, came up already reaching for the small blade she kept strapped to her thigh out of habit more than expectation. Three more shapes peeled away from the treeline around her, moving with the coordinated patience of hunters who'd already decided how this would end, spreading out to box her against the trunk at her back before she could think to run. "Four against on
Darius's jaw worked once before he finally spoke, and Aurora watched him choose his words the way a man chooses footing on ice, testing each one before he committed his full weight to it. "The Purge wasn't an accident. It was ordered, generations ago, by someone in my bloodline." His voice stayed level, controlled in a way that told her exactly how much effort the control was costing him. "Your mother survived it. That's the truth I have. I don't have all of it yet." Aurora searched his face, waiting for the rest, for the details that would make the vague shape of what he'd just said solid enough to actually hurt properly instead of just sitting there, heavy and unfinished, in the space between them. She'd expected names. Dates. Something with edges she could hold onto and examine, not this smoothed-over version that told her just enough to confirm her worst fear without giving her anywhere to put it. "That's it? That's everything?" "That's everything I'm certain of." "You're lyi
The corridor outside his father's study felt longer than it had any right to be. Darius walked it without seeing any of it, boots striking stone in a rhythm too even for how badly everything inside him had come apart, past torches and portraits and guards who straightened as he passed and said nothing, reading something in his face that made them wisely choose silence over greeting. Somewhere behind him, faintly, he heard the study door close, his father alone now with whatever was left of thirty years of carefully guarded silence. By this family. The words kept repeating themselves, louder each time, until they drowned out everything else he tried to think instead. His grandfather had given the order. His father hadn't simply inherited a secret already buried. He'd found Marianne alive, chosen silence over correcting the record, and carried that choice alone for thirty years, right up until tonight. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, a woman named Marianne had spent decades
The study door didn't creak. It slammed, hard enough to rattle the shelves lining the far wall and send a stack of maps sliding off the edge of a side table, and King Alaric looked up from his desk with the calm, unhurried patience of a man who'd survived far worse entrances than his own son's. Firelight caught the gray threading through his beard, the deep lines around eyes that had watched three decades of border wars and council betrayals without ever quite losing their composure until tonight. Papers he'd clearly been avoiding sat untouched beneath his folded hands, as though he'd been waiting for this exact conversation longer than Darius had known to expect it. "I take it the visit with Lady Selene didn't end well." "She said whatever happened to Aurora's mother belongs to you to explain. Not my mother. Not some old castle rumor. You." Darius crossed the room without slowing, planting both hands flat on the desk between them. "So explain it." Something changed behind his fathe
"She said what to you?"Aurora's hands were still shaking when she told him, sitting on the edge of their bed with her arms wrapped around herself, and Darius felt something cold and violent settle into his chest with every word she repeated back to him. He'd left the delegation the moment he heard she'd returned pale and silent from the gathering hours earlier, and one look at her face had been enough to tell him something had gone badly wrong while he wasn't there to stop it."She brought up the portrait, and your mother finding me there." Aurora's voice stayed steady, though he could hear what it cost her to keep it that way. "She didn't shout it or gloat about it. That's what made it worse. She said it the way you'd mention the weather, like it cost her nothing at all to hold that over me. Then she told me to ask Isolde what happened to my mother, and that not everyone who's aware of the answer wishes me well.""That's a threat.""She was careful about how she phrased it. Nothing
"Lady Aurora. What a pleasure to finally meet the woman everyone's talking about."Selene's smile arrived a full second before her eyes did, warm and carefully practiced, the kind of expression Aurora had learned to distrust on sight after growing up around court politics she'd never wanted any part of. She swept into the receiving hall in pale blue silk, every inch the picture of a gracious visiting Luna, two attendants trailing behind her carrying gifts wrapped carefully in ribbon."Lady Selene." Aurora kept her voice even, matching the performance if not the warmth behind it. "Kingswood welcomes you.""Does it?" Selene's gaze flicked briefly toward Darius, standing rigid beside his father at the head of the hall. "I confess I expected a cooler reception, given everything that's happened between our packs lately. How refreshing to be wrong.""We extend hospitality to all visiting dignitaries, as is expected of us." Darius's voice carried none of the warmth Selene's did, precise and







