Mag-log inCassian's already halfway dressed by the time I finish pulling on my own clothes, and he grabs the blade from beside the bed, tucking it into his belt with hands that shake despite his obvious effort to steady them."Wake Damon," he says, moving toward the door. "And Evan. I want everyone to be alert before we approach."I catch his arm before he can leave. "We're not rushing in blind again. Not after tonight.""I know," he says, though I can hear the fury and fear both warring hard beneath his controlled voice. "But I'm not letting her sit in my chapel uninterrupted either."We move fast through the halls, rousing Damon and Evan, and within minutes we're gathered near the courtyard entrance, tense and alert despite the exhaustion still dragging heavy at all of us from tonight's earlier battle.“Careful," Nyx warns, restless beneath my skin. “Something feels wrong about this. Too easy, and too obvious.”"Nyx thinks it might be a trap," I say quietly to Cassian as we approach the chap
The words hang in the air between us, and for a long moment nobody speaks at all, the only sound is the faint creak of old floorboards and Cassian's own ragged breathing."The mate bond," I finally say, voice barely above a whisper. "That's us. That's what we have.""Yes," Cassian says, and I watch him fight to keep his voice steady, fight and fail slightly around the edges."What exactly does sacrificing it mean," Iris asks carefully, though her tone suggests she already suspects, already scared of the answer.Cassian looks back down at the journal, throat working hard before he reads further. "It means severing the bond itself. Permanently. The guardian and their mate would remain alive, remain themselves in every other way, but the connection between them, the part that makes them fated, chosen, bound to one another beneath everything else, that part would be gone. Forever."My knees nearly give out, and Cassian catches me instantly, arms wrapping tight around me even as his own ha
The chapel sits quiet at the edge of the grounds, untouched by tonight's fighting, and something about walking toward it now, after everything, makes my chest ache with old memories. This is where Cassian and I once promised each other forever, back before any of this began.The guard leads us inside, torch held high, and near the altar, something's been left, deliberate, waiting.A single black rose rests atop a folded piece of parchment, and beside it, carved into the old wood of the altar itself, fresh enough that splinters still curl pale against the dark stain, three words.“Choose wisely, ghost.”"She was here," I breathe, horror crawling up my spine. "In the chapel. While we were fighting.""Or someone working for her," Cassian says, already scanning the shadows carefully, though nothing else moves in the quiet space around us.I approach slowly, and Cassian catches my arm before I can touch anything. "Let me," he says, gentle but firm, and I nod, letting him unfold the parchm
We move the conversation inside, away from the wreckage of the courtyard, away from bodies still being cleared and walls still smoking faintly in the dark. Cassian's study feels too small for everyone crowded into it, Damon, Iris, Evan, Nadia standing cautious near the door, but nobody suggests splitting up tonight, not after everything."Explain," Cassian says to Evan, settling me into the chair beside his desk before pacing restlessly near the window. "What did you find about the Hollow's true purpose?"Evan pulls a worn, folded map from inside his coat, spreading it across the desk carefully. "I spent months tracing old records before I ever found the archive you two apparently already stumbled onto yourselves. The Hollow wasn't originally built for memory binding at all. That came later, generations after the original structure's purpose.""Then what was it built for," Iris asks, leaning in close to study the map."Balance," Evan says. "That word Cordelia used tonight, it's not
The messenger's eyes go still before he can say another word, breath finally giving out, and Iris presses two fingers to his neck, shaking her head slowly."He's gone," she says quietly.Cassian stands fast, fury and fear tangled hard across his face. "She's here, in this territory. Possibly inside these very walls, and he died before telling us anything useful about where.""Search everywhere!" Damon orders the guards nearby. "Every wing, every outbuilding, every face you don't immediately recognize.""That could take hours," Evan says. "And if she's clever enough to have hidden herself successfully this long, she's not going to be easy to find with a simple sweep."I press a hand against my chest, trying to steady the panic climbing hard and fast now. "She's been watching us this whole time. Every move we've made, every plan we've discussed, she could have been close enough to hear it directly."Cassian pulls me close instinctively, arms wrapping tight around me despite the chaos st
We break away from the tree line fast, leaving the old man behind without a second thought, because whatever he wants, whatever he's watching for, it means nothing next to the fact that armed men are pouring into Blackridge House's courtyard right now.‘Iris,’ I think, terror spiking sharp through my chest. ‘Helena. The cellars.’“We'll reach them,” Cassian says, though I hear the same fear threading through his voice too. “Run now Mara.”We tear back through the chaos of the battle, dodging arrows and blades, and burst into the courtyard just as the smaller group of attackers reaches the main doors leading down toward the cellar stairs.“No!” I put on a burst of speed I didn't know I had, Nyx pulling everything she can from my unfamiliar limbs, and I hit the nearest attacker hard, knocking him sideways just before he could force the door open.Cassian's right behind me, taking down a second man with brutal efficiency, and Damon arrives moments later with three more guards, the tide o







