FAZER LOGINRonan's POV"Say it again. Watch my face while you say it, because I want you to understand exactly how little that warning changes."Selene studied me for a long moment, something between grief and reluctant respect crossing her composed features. "You truly intend to proceed. Even now, even understanding what the prophecy warns.""I intend to proceed because I refuse to let fear dictate a decision that belongs to me and Tahlia alone. Not to you, not to some vision recorded decades before either of us existed, not to a seer whose interpretation none of us can verify with any certainty." I held her gaze steadily. "You've spent two years manipulating a rebellion, orchestrating violence, betraying your own husband's throne, all based on your reading of a warning that might mean something entirely different than what you've decided it means.""And if I'm right? If proceeding with this marriage genuinely triggers the war the prophecy describes?""Then we face that war together, the same w
Ronan's POV"You knew we'd find this eventually. That's why you're not surprised."I held the document steady despite the fury coursing through my system, watching my stepmother dismount with the same unhurried grace she brought to every formal occasion, as though the wreckage surrounding her simply didn't warrant urgency."I'm not surprised because I've spent years anticipating exactly this moment, Ronan. Preparation is considerably more useful than surprise when the stakes are as significant as what we're actually discussing.""What we're discussing is treason. Conspiracy against your husband's throne, manipulation of a rebellion that's cost lives on every side of this conflict." I stepped closer, refusing to let her composed authority soften the accusation. "Explain yourself, or I'll have you returned to Silver Ridge in chains regardless of whatever formal position you currently hold.""You may do exactly that, once you've heard what I have to say." Selene's expression remained mad
Tahlia's POV"Not the one I should fear. Then who?"Nadia's eyes darted briefly toward the compound's outer perimeter before returning to mine, her voice dropping lower still. "The intelligence I gathered wasn't just about Reyes, or about who funds this rebellion's weapons. Deep inside their communications, I found correspondence between Reyes's network and someone inside Silver Ridge's own palace. Someone with access high enough to move information and resources without ever raising suspicion.""Who?""The Alpha Queen."I stared at her, the words refusing to fully register. "Ronan's mother is dead. Has been since he was a child.""Not his birth mother." Nadia's expression carried genuine unease now. "His father remarried, years after his first wife's death, before any of the recent chaos began. Queen Selene. I assumed you knew."Ronan's face had gone pale beside me, something between disbelief and dawning horror moving across his features. "My father remarried quietly, years ago, a p
Tahlia's POV"Reyes." I stared at him, refusing to fully accept what stood in front of me despite the unmistakable proof. "You commanded warriors under Ronan's banner. You helped organize this kingdom's defenses. You stood in my war room, defended my judgment against Kastor himself.""All true," Reyes said, his voice carrying none of the easy camaraderie I remembered from those early days of proving myself to a skeptical council. "And all useful, precisely because it earned exactly the trust required to manipulate this conflict from the inside without anyone suspecting.""Why?" Ronan's voice cut sharp with fury. "What could possibly justify this level of betrayal?"Reyes's smile carried nothing but cold satisfaction. "You'll learn eventually. For now, understand only that I'm considerably less important than whoever I answer to, and that revealing anything further would accomplish nothing beyond satisfying your curiosity."Before I could press further, movement near the compound's ent
Tahlia's POV"We can't fight our way out. Not against numbers like this."Cassian's voice carried grim assessment as he pressed his back against the chamber wall beside us, his own warriors having fought their way to our position moments after the unknown forces revealed themselves. Through the shattered window, I counted at least two hundred soldiers positioned around the compound, disciplined and waiting."Then we don't fight them directly," I said, my mind already racing through the terrain we'd crossed during the night's chaos, cataloging details the way I'd once catalogued ledgers and requisition routes. "Corin, how many coalition warriors remain within this compound?""Perhaps sixty, scattered across multiple structures, most still recovering from the initial assault.""And Ronan, your fifty warriors?""Thirty still combat-capable, the rest wounded or separated during the fighting."I closed my eyes briefly, calculating. Ninety warriors, fractured and scattered, against two hund
Ronan's POV"You expect me to believe you've allied yourself with him after two days."The words came out harder than I intended, my blade still raised, every instinct still screaming betrayal despite the reasonable explanation Tahlia had just offered. "Two days ago, this man drugged you and dragged you from our palace against your will. Now you're defending him.""I'm not defending him blindly. I'm telling you what I've learned, and I need you to actually listen instead of assuming the worst simply because the picture in front of you doesn't match what you expected to find." Tahlia's voice carried none of the panic I'd braced myself for, only steady, exhausted determination. "Lower your blade, Ronan. Please. We don't have time for this."I hesitated, torn between the fury still coursing through my system and the trust I'd promised her months earlier, the same promise that had carried us through every previous crisis. Slowly, I lowered the weapon, though I didn't sheathe it entirely.







