登入Three documents sat on the table between Darius and me. The original military instruction. The execution authorization. And the altered command that had canceled my transfer.I’d spent days chasing this story in fragments. Soldiers, clerks, witnesses, and records that either didn’t exist or had gone missing. They’d all led me here. But I needed to be sure I wasn’t just seeing what I wanted to see.I picked up the original instruction first. Darius's signature stared back at me, and the order written beneath was blunt: She must be alive when you reach her.Next, I reached for the execution authorization. His signature was there, too. Same night, two documents—one giving the council power over my execution, the other telling his soldiers to pull me out before they could kill me.Then I turned to the last document. It was the replacement command, official with the council’s restricted seal. It sent the soldiers back to their posts and cleared the way for the execution to go ahead. The au
The gates of Bloodmoon swung open as our carriage rolled in, and honestly, I’d always pictured coming back under completely different circumstances. Maybe I’d return with proof that cleared Darius, or with enough answers about what happened before my execution. Instead, here I was—more confused than ever.Commander Elias walked us through the courtyard. A few guards spotted me, but nobody tried to stop us. Darius waited outside the main hall, standing at the top of the steps. His face was impossible to read. For a second, neither of us moved.He glanced at my face, then at the folded message in my hand.“You got it,” he said.“Yeah.”He turned to Lucian. “Thanks for getting her back safely.”Lucian just stayed quiet. I took a step forward.“I’m not here for a warm welcome.”“I know.”“Then let’s talk.”Darius stepped aside and led us into the hall. He didn’t ask where I’d been or if I was hurt—probably already knew from Elias. That was fine. I didn’t come back to talk about the trip.
I barely slept the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, those two documents were right there in my mind. Darius’s execution order. The fragment of his original military command. One had his neat signature, letting the council control my death. The other—all in his handwriting—demanded I be brought in alive. How those two orders could exist together, I had no idea.But I was finished trying to piece him together from what other people said. He owed me his explanation, straight from those guarded eyes of his. I needed to ask: Why had he never told me the truth?“Are you sure about this?” Lucian asked as our carriage rattled north.I glanced up. “About returning to Bloodmoon?”“About facing Darius.”“I am.”He leaned back, skeptical. “You have proof he tried to save you, but that doesn’t mean you can trust him.”“I know.”“So don’t let that change what he did. Don’t forget what he signed.”“I won’t,” I said.I looked out the window. The road ahead looked calm, but something felt of
"Open in the name of the council!"The shout from outside made Edric jump back. Lucian moved to the window and peeled the curtain aside, careful not to be seen."Two men," he whispered. "Maybe more out by the gate."Edric’s eyes tightened. "They found me.""Who are they?" I asked."Council security. They must have followed you."Lucian turned my way. "Take the fragment. We need to go. Now."I pressed my hand to the inside of my coat. That scrap of parchment felt far too small for something that could change everything I thought I knew about my own execution.Another fist pounded the door. "Open up! Now!"Edric looked toward the kitchen. "There’s a back exit. It leads out into the fields.""Come with us," I said.He shook his head. "If they catch me helping you, they’ll know I gave you the document. I have to make it look like you broke in.""They might hurt you."He almost smiled, but he looked tired. "I've spent years pretending I knew nothing. I'm done with that."I stared at him. "
Rusk's death flipped everything on its head.Up until then, I thought the missing records were my biggest problem. Turns out, the real threat was someone out there willing to kill to keep those records buried.Now the ledger was gone, and the only person who could explain it was dead.But before he died, Rusk gave us another lead: one of the soldiers from my original transfer was still alive.Captain Edric Vale. The same guy Darius mentioned had vanished weeks ago.I didn't know if Edric was in hiding, dead, or just too scared to talk. But if he'd been part of the rescue operation, maybe he knew what really happened before the execution.I had to find him.Lucian spread a small map on the table.“Edric was last seen near the eastern border,” he said. “He left the military not long after your execution.”“Did he just drop off the map?” I asked.“Not quite. Rumor is, he’s working at a farm, using a different name.”I shot him a look. “How reliable is that?”“Reliable enough to check out
Rusk was dead.And the evidence we’d come for? Gone.I stood in the center of his sitting room, surrounded by scattered papers. The blood on the floor made my stomach twist, but I forced myself to get it together and look around.Whoever broke in here knew exactly what they wanted—the original military ledger. They didn’t bother with the rest. Not a single open drawer, not a sheet of paper out of place except for the mess they made getting what they came for.“Seren, we need to leave.”Lucian stood by the door, eyes on the street outside.I glanced back at Rusk’s body.“We can’t just leave him here.”“I’ll get someone to contact the local guard. But we can’t stay.”Much as I wanted to argue, he was right. Whoever killed Rusk might still be close. I stuffed the remaining papers into my bag. Then I followed Lucian outside.We’d lost the ledger, but I wouldn’t walk away without understanding what Rusk tried to tell us.We stopped at an abandoned roadside inn, a few miles from the militar







