LOGINEMBER’S POVIda. So that was her name.Hale’s grandmother, whom Knox had told me all about.The woman with the sprawling library and the endless books. The woman who commanded Hale’s absolute, eternal adoration even long after she was gone.I could only lean closer just as Marjorie continued.“I was much younger when Ida lived here—well, lived is an exaggeration, but she frequented this house enough times to have her own room in it. At the time, I was being mentored under my mother’s supervision. And my mother, who feared nothing on this earth, warned me off that woman with a stern face. Keep clear of Lady Ida. Don’t take her sweets. Don’t ever be alone with her.” She shook her head slowly. “And that was the very thing that made everyone sure my mother had gone mad. Because Ida, despite all her strange ways and the lavish oddities she brought back from her travels, was kind. Truly, famously kind. A trader, forever off on some long road to the far places—eastern, southern, and even the
EMBER’S POVHer face pales. Her brows pull into a tight furrow as she drags the memory back to the surface.“I didn’t read the exact hour off a clock, if that’s the stick you’ve come to beat me with,” she says, her voice hard. “I read it off Hale.”I freeze.“I watched her linger around that wing when she had absolutely no business being there,” Marjorie says, her chest rising. “I watched her slip out of those girls’ rooms in the dead of night. And every single time she walked away, their fever spiked. Every time she hovered over their beds, they faded a little more. I can’t tell you exactly what she wanted, but she always had this sudden, strange fixation on them right before they fell ill. Inviting them to shop with her, showering them with treats, insisting they join her for her hobbies.”I stare at her, the breath completely knocked out of me.Hale has been fixated on me for quite a while now, too.“The first night I tried to get the girls out and got stopped by the guard,” Marjor
EMBER’S POVShe sags back against the wall, and for a long moment, I think she isn’t going to respond. I think my entire confession meant absolutely nothing because her mind was already made up. I start to believe this was all completely pointless.But then she finally meets my eyes, and something solidifies in them.“Off the estate,” she says. “There is a healer in the town. A proper old one. Not one of the Alpha’s modern, fancy doctors. I didn’t care where we went, in truth. I only cared that it was outside these walls. I was convinced whatever was killing them was inside this house, so they could not stay here.”My eyes narrow, refusing to let her off the hook.“But that does not explain why they were unconscious. Did they consent to your actions, Marjorie, or did you drug them?”“Course I drugged them.” She says it like I’m slow. “They were half out of their minds with fever, crying, thrashing. You don’t move two grown girls through the servant tunnels at that hour without them ma
EMBER’S POVAnd the horrible part, the part that shuts my mouth entirely, is that it isn’t mad.Line it up the exact way she saw it, and I would have locked me up too.A strange new woman comes into the family house, showing signs and doing things that were not only horrific, but perfectly in tune with the only other devil she knows.So of course Marjorie, in all her wise years and stellar intuition, made us both out to be partners in the exact same crime.I let out a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as a fresh headache starts to build.“She lured me in there.”It comes out quiet. Marjorie blinks. She was clearly braced for me to scream back, or maybe for my final act of villainy and laughter.“Do you hear me?” I take a step in, pressing right up against the iron. “I did not know whose room that was. Hale knew I was desperate to reach my wolf so I could save my friend, and she offered to help me. She lured me in there playing the kind cousin. She promised to leave m
EMBER’S POV“Marjorie,” I say patiently.“I have given this house everything!” She’s not listening. She’s past listening, gripping the bars like she means to tear them out of the stone and rip out my throat. “Everything I had, my whole life, poured into these walls and the people inside them! And I loved those girls. I fed them. I scolded them for their sloppy corners, and I sat up half the night when they cried over some worthless boy in the stables, and they were mine to keep safe, they were mine, and I had them! I had two of them in my own arms! And you took them out of my hands, and you threw me in a box! You’re a bloody killer!”“I found you sneaking around with a knife!” I snap. “In the dark, with your hood up, standing over two girls who weren’t moving, and there was blood on both arms, and when I asked you one question you looked at me like I was the intruder and attacked! What was I supposed to do, Marjorie? Curtsey? Wish you a pleasant evening and go back to bed?”“You were
EMBER’S POVI go through The Sovereign like something’s chasing me, and maybe something is.The holding level is cold and totally untouched by the chaos upstairs. I stop just outside the cell.Marjorie is facing the back wall, her body sagging against the stone. She turns at the sound of my footsteps. Her bloodshot eyes meet mine. They go wide for a single second, and then they sharpen with unbridled resentment.She looks weathered and miserable, her skin covered in grime. She is nothing like the woman who welcomed me on my first day.My chest twists, but I force the sympathy down. Nothing is certain right now, and I shouldn’t feel pity just yet.“Hello, Marjorie.” I find my voice, but it comes out far weaker than I want. I swallow hard and step right up to the bars. “I just wanted to make sure they were treating you fairly down here.”Marjorie only stares dead-eyed for a second. Then she rolls her eyes and sags back against the wall.I drag in a sharp breath.“Listen. I know things m







