Se connecterLuna's POVThe drawing room is empty when I arrive.No guards inside. No servants. Just Kane, standing by the tall windows with his back to me, one hand resting on the frame. The late afternoon light catches the silver in his hair. He doesn't turn around when the door closes, but I know he heard me. He hears everything."You asked for me," I say."Yes, I did."He turns, then. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are dark today. The silver is dim, resting just beneath the surface."Sit down," he says, gesturing to the chairs near the cold hearth."I'm fine standing.""Luna." Just my name. A quiet warning. Or maybe a plea. "Sit."I sit. Not because he commanded it. But because my legs are still tired.He crosses the room and takes the chair opposite mine. He doesn't lean back, doesn't cross his leg the way he usually does. He sits forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. He looks like a man about to do something he's been putting off."In light of recent events and a lot of
Luna's POVI wake before the sun.It's not on purpose. My body just does it now. It had reverted back to it's usual schedule as when I was still on Silvermoon pack. The light in Kane's room is grey and thin. The fire has burned low. And for a few minutes I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting the memory of yesterday settle back into my bones.It was remaining less than three days.I turn my head. The other side of the bed is empty. The blankets are smooth. He didn't come back last night.Good. I don't know what I would have done if he had.I get up carefully and I find my shoes and the plain grey dress someone left on the chair for me. It seemed the crack in the wall hadn't been fixed yet. I don't bother looking at it, as I didn't want to be reminded of the the past event.I dress quickly, braid my hair back, and slip out into the corridor before the maids come to fetch me.The palace is already awake.That's the first thing I notice. Servants move through the hallways carr
Luna's POVNeither of us moves.Kane stands in the doorway with his hand still on the frame, and I sit in the middle of his bed with the blankets pulled up to my chest, and the crack in the wall sits between us like a third person in the room.He looks at it again. Then at me."How are you feeling?" he asks.It's such a small question, and he asks it so evenly, that I don't know what to answer. How am I feeling. Like I almost met with death and then something inside me answered a call. Like my entire world has shifted an inch to the left and I'm the only one who noticed."I'm fine," I say.He raises a brow. He looks like he doesn't believe me. "You threw a man twice your size across the room last night," he says. "Without touching him. You damaged the poor wall behind with the force of it. And you're fine?""I said I'm fine.""You're lying."I meet his eyes. The silver in them is dimmer this morning. Not the bright, sharp glint I've seen when he's angry. But it's still there, still r
Kane's POV,The dungeon smells like iron and old fear.I've never liked this part of the castle. Not because of what happens here. I've done worse in cleaner rooms. It was because of the echo. Every sound in the lower levels comes back twice. Every scream, every snap, every plea. My father used to say a king should know the sound of his own dungeons. I've always thought that was a strange thing to be proud of.The assassin is chained to the wall when I walk in. Both wrists. Both ankles. He's been stripped to his undershirt and trousers, and there's already blood dried down the side of his face from where the guards took him down.He looks up when he hears my boots.And then he looks away.Good. He's learned something."You're the one who came into my home," I say, pulling the single chair to the center of the room. I sit. I cross one ankle over my knee. I let the silence stretch long enough for him to start sweating. "Twice, if we're counting the night Corin ran."He doesn't answer.B
Kane's POV,I don't sleep that night.I sit in the chair beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, and I watch her. The lamp is low. The window is shut. The guards are doubled outside the door, and Soren is somewhere in the corridor, refusing to go to bed because he knows better than to leave me like this.The assassin is in the dungeon. He'll be questioned in the morning. He'll give me names by midday, because I will make him.But none of that matters right now.What matters is the woman asleep in my bed.She's warm.The thought slides into my skull before I can stop it. Not mine. His.Vaelor has been pacing inside my ribs since the moment I carried her out of that room, and he hasn't stopped. He doesn't stop. He never stops, not when it comes to her."Look at her. Look at how small she is. Look at how still. Do you know how long it's been since we've had something worth protecting?""She's not a thing to protect.""She's ours."I don't answer him. There's no point. Arguing with
It's well past midnight when I hear the window latch give.I'm awake because I've been awake for hours, my father's letter sitting folded on the table beside my bed, my mind too full to let sleep take hold properly. So I hear it the moment it happens. A soft, deliberate click, metal against metal, the sound of someone being careful.My room doesn't have a door guard tonight. Kane moved the second one to cover the healer's wing after Corin's escape, promising mine would be doubled again by morning. Morning is still hours away.I go still in the dark, listening.The latch gives fully. A shape slides through the gap at the bottom of the window, low and quick, and by the time I'm fully upright there's a man standing in my room who has no business being here at all."Don't scream," he says, voice low. "It'll only make this faster."I don't scream. I reach for the small knife Mira insisted I keep under my pillow weeks ago, half as a joke, and he's already crossing the room before my hand cl







