LOGINCaelen was digging into something much bigger than anyone realized, and those payments around old battles are raising a lot of questions. Who do you think the mysterious “buyer” could be?
The first scream came from behind them.Maevra twisted in the saddle.A Ravaryn scout disappeared over the edge of the ridge.His horse reared, reins snapping loose, while the ground beneath him collapsed in a shower of dirt and broken branches.“Stop!” Rhydan shouted.Too late.Another rider hit the concealed trench.The horse stumbled hard.Its rider flew over its neck and struck the ground.Maevra jumped from her saddle.“Don’t move forward!”Taven hauled his horse sideways.Rhydan scanned the road.“What is it?”“Traps.”Maevra crouched beside the path.Fresh soil had been scattered over branches and leaves. Whoever prepared the pits had known exactly which route they would take back from the eastern ridge.Someone had not merely watched the border clash.They had planned for what came afterward.A groan rose from the first trench.“Help!”Rhydan moved.Maevra caught his arm.“Wait.”His gaze dropped to her hand.She released him.“There may be more.”Taven signaled the guards.“S
The first horn sounded before sunrise.Maevra was already awake.Sleep had never really come after Sereth’s warning. She had spent most of the night staring at Caelen’s coded message and wondering how many people inside Varek Keep had known he was walking into a trap.The second horn came sharper.Closer.Sariel rose beneath her skin.Danger.Maevra was out of bed before the third.Someone pounded on the door.“Luna!”She opened it.A Ravaryn guard stood outside, breathing hard.“Border report. Eastern ridge.”Maevra’s stomach tightened.“What happened?”“Patrol clash.”“How bad?”His hesitation answered first.“Dead on both sides.”She pushed past him.“Where is Rhydan?”“War room.”Of course.Maevra ran.The war room was already full.Maps covered the central table. Taven stood over one with both hands planted against the wood. Three commanders argued near the windows. Lord Malrec occupied the far end, looking irritatingly composed.Rhydan stood in the middle of it.He looked up the
Maevra read Edrissa’s name twice.The letters did not change.Edrissa Sorn.Below the name sat three incomplete lines.I believe we have both been given reason to question the reports concerning—The sentence ended there.No signature.No date.No explanation.Rhydan took the parchment from her.“Why would Caelen write to your aunt?”“I was hoping you knew.”“He never mentioned her.”“Edrissa has represented Thornmere at Northern Council meetings.”“So have dozens of officials.”Maevra looked toward the guard who had delivered the letter.“Where exactly was this found?”“Inside the spine of an account book from Prince Caelen’s study.”“Which book?”The guard handed Rhydan a thick volume.Rhydan opened it.Trade records filled the pages.Maevra flipped toward the center and found the damaged binding where the parchment had been concealed.Someone had deliberately hidden it.Taven entered moments later.His expression suggested the fortress had spent the morning inventing new ways to an
The message from Caelen’s room stayed in Maevra’s thoughts long after Rhydan ordered the corridor searched.Caelen found the money. He missed the buyer.Someone inside Varek Keep knew what they had uncovered.Worse, that person had been close enough to slide a message beneath a locked door and disappear before the guards arrived.Maevra stood beside the window in Rhydan’s private council room, watching morning light creep over the Ravaryn mountains.She had slept for perhaps an hour.Her cheek still carried the thin cut from the assassin’s knife. A fresh Thornmere weapon had been found in a dead guard. Caelen’s ledger contained payments surrounding her father’s death.She should have been thinking about all of it.Instead, she kept staring at the sealed letter on the table.Thornmere’s crest marked the wax.Rhydan stood across from her.“You don’t have to read it here.”Maevra looked at him.“Are you suddenly concerned about my privacy?”“I’m concerned you’ve been staring at that enve
The dead guard had Maevra’s attention for exactly three seconds.The knife had it for longer.She stood at the entrance of Varek Keep’s old armory while Taven crouched beside the body. Several guards blocked the corridor behind them, preventing the growing crowd from getting any closer.Thornmere steel protruded from the dead wolf’s chest.Again.Maevra folded her arms.“Whoever is doing this lacks imagination.”Taven shot her a dark look.“A Ravaryn guard is dead.”“And someone wants you staring at the knife instead of asking why.”Rhydan stepped around the body.His expression had turned frighteningly calm.“Was he one of the three reassigned from Maevra’s corridor?”“Yes,” Taven said. “Deren Holt. Seven years in the western guard.”“Where are the other two?”“Still missing.”Rhydan looked at the knife.“Does it belong to you?”Maevra’s jaw tightened.“No.”“Recognize the work?”“Military issue. Thornmere stopped making that hilt four years ago.”Taven glanced up.“You’re sure?”“I
The handle turned again.Maevra moved before the door opened.She snatched the bronze candleholder from the bedside table and pressed herself against the wall beside the entrance.Sariel surged beneath her skin.Blood still scented the room.Fresh enough that whoever had left the handprint could not have been gone long.The door opened slowly.A man stepped inside.Maevra swung.He ducked.The candleholder smashed against the wooden frame instead of his skull.“Luna!”Maevra stopped her second strike.One of the guards from outside stared at her, eyes wide.“What are you doing?”“I could ask you the same thing.”He looked from the weapon in her hand to the room.“Alpha Rhydan ordered us to remain outside.”“Then why are you inside?”“You called.”“I did no such thing.”The guard went still.A heartbeat later, Maevra saw his expression change.Confusion.Then fear.“Someone knocked from inside,” he said.Maevra’s grip tightened.“I heard a woman tell us to enter.”“There is no woman he







