LOGINI woke to voices outside my door, low and sharp, arguing.I recognized Draven's first, then Sable's, both pitched too quiet to carry through walls unless you were listening for it. I was listening for it. I slid out of bed, my legs still unsteady, and crossed to the door without making a sound."You lied to her." Draven's voice, hard, controlled anger. "To both of us.""I didn't lie. I omitted.""That's the same thing, and you know it."I pressed closer to the door, my heart hammering against my ribs."You don't understand what you're asking me to say out loud," Sable said. "If I tell her everything, I put her in more danger than she's already in.""She almost burned from the inside out on my terrace an hour ago. How much more danger do you think there is?"Silence stretched long enough that I nearly stopped breathing to hear through it."I knew Ysolde," Sable said finally, so quiet I almost missed it. "Not from stories. I was there when she died."My hand froze on the door handle."Y
The gold light under my skin didn't fade. It spread."Draven, it's not stopping." My voice cracked with panic I couldn't hide. "What do I do?""Breathe." He gripped both my wrists now, steady, grounding. "Fighting it makes it worse. I've seen this before.""You've seen this before?""Once." His jaw tightened. "It didn't end well for her."The terrace doors slammed open before I could ask what that meant. Sable froze in the entrance, eyes locking on my hands, on the light still tracing beneath my skin, and every ounce of composure drained out of her face at once."That's not possible," she whispered."You know what this is." I forced the words out through gritted teeth, the burning under my skin sharpening into something closer to pain. "Tell me what's happening to me."Sable didn't answer. She crossed the terrace fast, grabbed my hand from Draven's grip, and turned it toward the light like she was searching for something specific, some pattern only she would recognize."Sable." Draven
The castle rose out of the mountain like it had grown there instead of being built, black stone catching the early light in a way that made it look less like a fortress and more like something carved from the mountain's own bones.Mordreth landed hard on a wide stone terrace, and my legs nearly gave out beneath me the moment my feet touched solid ground again. Draven caught my arm without a word, steadying me, and let go the instant I found my balance, like touching me longer than necessary wasn't something he allowed himself."You'll get used to the landings," he said. "Eventually.""I doubt that." My whole body was still shaking, though I couldn't tell anymore how much of it was the flight and how much was everything that had happened before it.I looked around the terrace while I waited for my legs to stop shaking, taking in the black stone under my feet and the wide doors ahead, carved with dragons circling something that might have been a crown or might have been a sun. Everythin
"We have to go back." I was already turning my horse before Cassian could argue."Elara, that dragon could kill everyone on that road in seconds.""Or it could be the only reason anyone on that road survives." I kicked my horse forward, and after a second of hesitation, Cassian followed.We broke back through the treeline just as the dragon dropped low over the fighting, and the sound it made when it landed shook the ground hard enough that both our horses stumbled. The attackers scattered immediately, dropping weapons, running for the trees, all their careful coordination falling apart the moment the massive creature folded its wings and let out a sound that wasn't quite a roar, lower than that, something closer to a warning.My guards stood frozen where they were, weapons still raised but no longer aimed at anyone, because there was nothing left to fight. The remaining attackers had vanished into the trees, leaving only the wounded and the dead behind, and the dragon stood in the mi
We'd been riding less than an hour when the first arrow hit the captain's horse.The animal screamed and reared, throwing the captain hard into the dirt, and the whole escort scrambled into motion around me, shouting, drawing weapons, horses spinning in the dark road."Ambush!" someone shouted. "Protect the princess!"My horse bucked under me, spooked by the noise, and I fought to hold on as riders in dark cloaks broke out of the treeline on both sides of the road. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt, and for one terrible second I couldn't tell which direction the danger was coming from, because it felt like it was coming from everywhere at once."Elara, get down!" Cassian's voice cut through the chaos, and I looked over to see him fighting his own horse toward mine, sword already drawn, his face white with something sharper than fear.I dropped low over my horse's neck as another arrow whistled past close enough to stir my hair. Around me the guards were fighting hard, s
I didn't pack first, I went to the cells.Nobody stopped me on the way down, mostly because nobody expected me to go there at all. I moved fast through the lower halls of the palace, my shoulder still aching from the fall, my mind fixed on one thing. I needed answers before I left, and my father clearly wasn't going to get them for me in time.The guard at the cell door looked surprised to see me. "Princess, you shouldn't be down here.""I need five minutes with the prisoner.""Your father gave orders that no one...""I'm not asking your permission," I said, and something in my voice must have carried more authority than I actually felt, because he stepped aside.The cell was small and cold, lit by a single torch on the wall outside the bars. I expected to see the man from my room, still calm, still smiling that terrible satisfied smile.Instead I found him slumped against the far wall, unmoving, blood pooling dark beneath him on the stone floor."No." I grabbed the bars with both han







