FAZER LOGINLuna's POV,The door bangs open hard enough that I nearly drop the linens in my hands.A woman strides in first, Kane trailing half a step behind her looking, for the first time since I've known him, genuinely unsettled. She's younger than him, sharp-eyed, dressed for travel rather than court, and she stops in the middle of the room and looks at me like she's reading a report someone handed her."You're smaller than I expected," she says."Briar." Kane's voice carries a warning."What? It's true." She crosses the room without waiting for an invitation, close enough that I have to fight the urge to step back. "I'm Briar. His sister. So you're the one who's got my brother acting like a man instead of a walking slaughter machine." I can't help the blush that creeps up my face."My Lady. I'm Luna.""I know." She grins, and it transforms her whole face. She turns slightly, facing Kane "Soren's letters are very thorough. Do you know he described you as 'concerning'? My brother's Beta called
Kane's POV,Briar is off her horse before the stable hands even reach her, already walking toward me across the courtyard like she owns it more than I do."You look terrible," she says, by way of greeting."And good day to you too Briar.""Yeah, sure whatever." She stops in front of me, hands on her hips, studying my face with the particular exhausting scrutiny only she ever bothers with. "What's wrong brother? You look like you just fought two wars and about to fight the third."A stable hand leads her horse away, and she doesn't so much as glance after it. She never has cared much for these things as much as she was supposed to.""I've had a difficult week.""I'm sure you've been through worse" She narrows her eyes. "Soren wrote me. Weeks ago. Something about a woman in the dungeons who unsettled Vaelor." I frown at that."Soren talks too much.""Nope. He talks exactly the right amount. Unlike you who never tells me anything." She grins, and for a moment the whole courtyard feels li
Neither of us moves.I set the message down. My hand is not steady.“I should be angry at you,” I say. “For deciding what I could handle.”“You should be.”“I am. A little.” My voice drops. “Mostly I’m just scared. I haven’t let myself feel that in a long time.”“You’re allowed.” He says it simply. “I’m unsettled too. I just don’t say it.”His jaw tightens after the words leave him.“Of him?”“Of what he does to people close to me.” His gaze drifts to the dark shape of the eastern wall. “My father trusted the wrong people. It’s why he’s dead and I’m not. I promised myself I’d never let anyone matter enough to be used against me.”“And now?”“Now I have a mate he already knows exists. And I still don’t know who inside these walls told him.” He looks back at me. Raw. “I don’t know how to keep both promises.”He crosses the space between us. Stops close enough that I have to tip my head back. His hand lifts and settles against my cheek.“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says.“Neither do
There are two guards outside the healer's wing the next morning instead of one.I notice it the way I've learned to notice everything in this palace. But by midafternoon there's a third posted near the storerooms, and a fourth pretending to check the courtyard gate every time I step near a window, and for a guard he was really bad at his job. I noticed his act almost immediately."Greta.""Mm." She doesn't look up from the herbs she's sorting."Why are there suddenly guards everywhere I go?"Her hands still for just a second. "For security. That's all I know.""That's not much of an answer, Greta." I sigh tiredly."It's the only one I have to give you." She finally meets my eyes, careful. "Ask him yourself, if it bothers you that much."It sure did. I can't have so many guards watching my every move.I find him in the training yard near evening, running drills with two of his men, and I wait at the edge of it until he calls a break and crosses over to me on his own."Little stray." He
Soren doesn't slow down until we're deep in the east wing, past the barracks, into a storeroom I haven't set foot in for years.A young guard stands near the door, pale, holding something wrapped in cloth like it might bite him."Show him," Soren says.The guard unwraps it. A dead hawk, wings bent wrong, a small leather tube still strapped to one leg."Found it in the old grain tower an hour ago," the guard says. "Wing's broken. Looks like it hit the tower wall in the dark and didn't survive the impact.""Trained bird?""Not one of ours, Your Majesty."I crouch and unfasten the tube myself, careful, though the bird's long past caring. The paper inside is small, tightly rolled, the kind of message meant to travel fast and disappear just as fast if it needed to.I unroll it under the lamp.Numbers first. A count — twenty-four, the exact size of the company I rode out with this morning. Below that, a route, marked in shorthand I recognize immediately, because it's the same shorthand my o
Word reaches the palace before they arrive. I'm in the healer's wing when I hear it, a stable hand running through the courtyard shouting for someone to fetch the healers, that riders are coming in fast, that there are wounded.I don't remember deciding to run. I just find myself at the gate, breathless, watching torches move through the dark toward the palace walls.They come in slower than they left. That's the first thing I notice, the horses tired, the formation looser, men slumped in their saddles. I count them without meaning to.Then I see him.He's upright. Moving on his own. But there's blood on him, dark and dried along one sleeve, more of it streaked across his jaw like he wiped his face with the back of a hand that wasn't clean."Kane."His name comes out of me before I remember I'm not supposed address him that way. He hears it anyway, and his head turns, and for one long second across the torchlit courtyard, something in his face changes.He dismounts and I'm moving befo







