LOGINEMBER’S POVI straighten up. The fatigue burns off into pure, invigorating adrenaline, relief flooding into my system like air. So much air I’d been denied. I turn back to the guards waiting a few steps away.“I want Lady Hale’s rooms searched,” I say, my voice dead steady. “Marjorie isn’t the only one in this house who knows her herbs or walks through that garden. Check for traces of foxglove or mud on her shoes. Pull up the floorboards, go through her papers, her books. Everything. I want it gutted.”The guard standing behind Daxon clears his throat, shifting his weight.“With respect, my alpha…” He looks at me, his tone sliding into something dangerously condescending. “Lady Hale is a Volkov. Are you sure, Miss Ember, that you know what you’re asking us to do?”A low growl rips out of Knox’s massive chest, dropping the temperature in the hallway to absolute zero. The exhaustion flips instantly into murderous irritation.“Are you questioning my wife?” Knox asks softly, stepping towa
EMBER’S POVKnox looks back down at me.“Every piece of evidence points to Marjorie. Every testimony mentions accounts of her. Did you ask her where she had been last night? Ember, there’s hard proof of her exit from the cells. There’s proof of the tampering of her garden. There’s proof the guard’s keys are missing. Accepting this to be Marjorie makes it clean. And fuck, it hurts, but I’ll get her the best lawyer across the North. She’ll plead insanity, and her late mother’s medical history makes it completely plausible. I know the woman I grew up with would never willingly harm those girls. I know, and I trust that that version of her has been twisted by the same madness that took her mother. We do this, and we put an end to a political disaster.”“Are you listening to yourself?” I whisper tightly between us. “Goddess, Knox. This is already a fucking disaster. We’re shit deep in this entire mess, and the Council will take advantage of this either way.” I step closer, sliding my hands
EMBER’S POVA spark lights up in my chest. It is a sudden, inexplicable warmth that I cannot quite process.Rather stupidly, completely lost for words and overwhelmed by the weight of her title for me, I only sheepishly nod toward her.“T-Thank you, Marjorie. Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back.”And then I am gone.I am rushing up the stone stairs, immediately wincing at my own words. Really? Don’t go anywhere? Where the hell would she go? I made sure she was locked up myself!But there is no time to dwell on my own embarrassment. The second I burst through the door and come back to the main floor, I am hit with deafening panic from every corner.The room is a logistical nightmare.The bodies have already been moved, but in their place, medical units are rushing about in protective coveralls.Queenie is slumped in a chair in the hall. She stares blankly at the marble floor, a shock blanket pulled tightly around her shivering shoulders.Nathaniel is ten feet away, barking clipped
EMBER’S POVMarjorie gasps softly. Her eyes go wide, the shock registering for only a split second before her face twists into a fierce, defensive scowl.“Don’t patronise me,” Marjorie spits. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better, or to try and mock me.”“I am being entirely serious, Marjorie.” I step closer to the iron, forcing her to look at me. “I saw it with my own eyes. On the day I sparred with her, when she blocked off my wolf. I thought I had hit my head too hard. She aged right in front of me. She was still Hale, but… withered. Knox did not see it, and I thought I was crazy all this while. She bled from her eyes, too.”“And heaved with so much fatigue,” Marjorie whispers, everything clicking, lining up.“Yes! She seemed physically exhausted. And yet, after the deaths of the maids, she looks far more revived than she ever has.”“She drained them,” Marjorie breathes out, a fresh wave of horror washing over her face. “Goddess above. She was feeding on my poor g
EMBER’S POV“I’ve heard her talk through the wall,” Marjorie says, her voice stripped of all its trembling. “She chants the same ugly words over and over, and it is in no tongue I have ever heard. She recites it for hours from strange, ancient books she guards like gold.”The chill runs all the way up the back of my neck.“And I have seen what she does when she is done reading,” she goes on, lower and lower, and I don’t stop her. I couldn’t if I tried. “I have watched her slide out of the hidden servant passages long after midnight, creeping into those girls’ rooms to stand over them in the pitch black whilst they slept. And then she goes straight to Celeste’s rooms. Three, four in the morning, without a single candle lit.”Her voice thins, dropping to an octave that spikes goosebumps across my skin.“I’ve watched her through the gap in the door, dressed in Celeste’s own gowns, turning slow across the floor. Swaying. Like she was being held. And there was no one there, Ember. I could
EMBER’S POVMy mouth goes dry. A sickening weight drops in my stomach.A whirlwind of thoughts tears through my mind.Is Marjorie actually trying to say that Hale’s grandmother had something to do with the feral gene? The same madness that destroyed Knox’s family?But how could that possibly be? The feral gene was generational. It was a curse in their bloodline. Knox told me so himself.Marjorie’s words make absolutely no sense. What could Hale’s grandmother possibly gain from poisoning her own family?“A-And you had the same dream?”She nods, slow.“Weeks back. First time in my whole life.”My heart pounds now, a fresh dread spreading faster by the second.“And what exactly did you see, Marjorie?”“I saw multiple red moons, cast right over the Sovereign.”“M-Multiple? Was it seven?”She lifts her head. Her bloodshot eyes come to mine, and they don’t waver.“Sixty-three.”The air seizes in my lungs. Everything inside me goes dead still.For a second, my mind goes completely blank, gra







