INICIAR SESIÓN(Mira POV)Lena held the door handle, her knuckles white where the skin pulled tight over the bone. The cold air from the alleyway pushed into the kitchen, smelling of wet asphalt and the charcoal filters from the tanneries. She didn't step out yet."Is Theo... has he been by?" she asked.The question was quiet, nearly lost to the sound of the rain hitting the tin roof. I stopped mid-motion, my hand resting on the edge of the sink. I didn't look at her. I focused on the way the water was still swirling slowly around the drain, carrying the last bits of salt and grit from the pot. I reached for the drying cloth, folding it over the rack with a slow, deliberate movement, my eyes fixed on the weave of the fabric.Lena’s grip on the door handle tightened. I heard the faint click of her fingernail against the iron. She turned her head toward me, the hood of her cloak casting a deep shadow over her eyes, but I kept my gaze on the sink. I
(Mira POV)"You should go back," I said.I didn't turn around. I kept my eyes on the plate, watching the way the light reflected off its curved edge. Lena’s hand stopped moving on the table."I just got here, Mira," she said. Her voice was low, skipping slightly at the end. She reached for the edge of the table and gripped it, her knuckles standing out white against her skin. "I can't go back up there yet. Not tonight.""He’s going to come looking for you," I said. I set the plate down in the rack and picked up another, the water dripping from my fingers onto the floorboards. I turned then, leaning my lower back against the lip of the sink. I looked at the door, then back at her. "He’s probably already at the gatehouse asking which way you went. If he finds you here, in the dark, in this lane... it makes everything worse. It makes it look like you're running. And you can't be running, Lena. Not with what you told me."
(Kai POV)I crossed the courtyard in the rain and went back inside through the kitchen entrance because it was the fastest way to the residential corridor and I was already soaked and there was no point in walking the long way around.The kitchen staff looked up when I came through and I waved them off before any of them could speak, walking through the heat and the smell of the evening meal being prepared and out into the passage that connected the service areas to the main residential wing. I checked the library first because she had mentioned it once, the wall of maps and the old territorial histories, and it was the kind of room she would go to when she needed to be somewhere that was not the suite. The library was empty, just the lamp someone had left burning on the far table and the rain against the windows.I checked the small sitting room off the east corridor. Empty. I checked the alcove near the council chamber where there was a window
(Kai POV)I pulled the heavy oak door shut, the latch clicking into place with a sound that felt like a bone snapping. I didn't lock it. There was no point in locking a room that felt like a cage anyway. I turned toward the corridor, my boots thudding against the stone floor, the sound echoing up into the vaulted ceiling where the shadows gathered in thick, velvet clumps. The air in the hallway was colder than the room I’d just left, smelling of damp masonry and the sharp, metallic tang of the rain still bleeding through the window slits. I walked fast, my hand brushing the cold stone wall, the rough texture catching against the skin of my palm.I rounded the corner of the gallery, my mind still looping back to the smudge of mud on the table. It was fresh. She hadn't been gone long. I reached the junction where the west wing met the main spire, my pace quickening, when a flash of blue silk moved in the periphery of my vision."Kai."
(Kai POV)I walked toward the west wing, my fingers grazing the stone wainscoting as I passed. I could still see him sitting behind that desk, the way he’d leaned into the light of the single green-shaded lamp. He hadn't looked tired. He hadn't even looked concerned about the Varden scouts or the reports of the failed breach at the eastern ridge. He’d just sat there, tapping a silver letter opener against his thumb, his eyes tracking the movement of the clock on the mantle.I stopped at the base of the grand staircase, my hand gripping the banister. I looked down at my right hand. It was steady now, but the skin felt tight, a dull throb pulsing behind my knuckles. I replayed the way he’d watched me drink that water. He didn't look at my face. He looked at the glass. He watched the level of the liquid drop, his fingers stilled on the silver blade, waiting for me to finish.The pressure. The way the Varden seemed to know exactly
(Mira POV)"Kai won't tell him," Lena said. She shifted her weight, the worn floorboards groaning under her boots. "He knows what his father is. He knows the Council is looking for any reason to push him out. He’s keeping it between us.""Between you," I repeated. I picked up the iron pot and started scrubbing the bottom with a handful of coarse salt. The scratching was loud in the small kitchen, a rhythmic, abrasive sound that seemed to fill the gaps between our breaths. I didn't look at her. I pushed the salt into the metal with the ball of my thumb until my fingers felt raw and the skin stung from the grit. "There is no 'between you' in that house, Lena. The walls have ears. The guards watch who goes in and out of those rooms. The servants whisper before the sheets are even dry. You’re playing with people who have been cheating since they were in the cradle."I walked to the sink and rinsed the pot. The water turned a murky, leade







