INICIAR SESIÓN“Are you absolutely certain?”Lucas’s voice was low, steady, and threaded with the kind of fear he never allowed anyone else to hear.“Yes,” I said. “If we wait, he chooses the moment. If we act, we control the field.”Jake adjusted the strap of his sword and glanced between us. “The lower chamber is ready. Wards are masked, not broken. To anyone watching from the outside, it’ll look like a mistake. A desperate one.”“That’s what he expects,” I replied.The child shifted again, not frantic this time. Focused. The sensation was strange, unsettling in a way I hadn’t felt before. It wasn’t just movement. It was awareness.Lucas noticed my pause immediately. “What is it?”“He’s listening,” I said quietly.Jake went still. “Listening to what?”“To intent,” I answered. “Not words.”Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Then we keep ours clean.”We moved through the fortress quickly, avoiding the main corridors. Only a handful of guards knew what was happening. Fewer still knew why. That was intentional.
“Don’t turn around,” Lucas said quietly, close enough that I felt his breath brush my ear. “They’re watching from the colonnade.”“I know,” I replied. “Mara never learned how to stop looking when she thinks she’s winning.”We stood at the edge of the upper garden, pretending to admire the late-blooming jasmine while the night settled into something watchful. Torches lined the paths below, their light steady and warm, a comfort meant for ordinary evenings. This was not an ordinary evening.“The wards along the east wing flickered again,” Lucas continued. “Just for a second. Same signature as before.”“Timing?” I asked.“Right after you left the gardens with her.”I nodded. “Then she wanted me away.”Lucas’s hand closed over mine. Not tight. Grounding. “I don’t like this.”“I don’t either,” I said. “But we’re closer than we were yesterday.”Footsteps approached, measured and polite. I turned before the voice came.“Your Grace,” Mara said, dipping her head. The movement was flawless, pra
“Rose, you need to rest.”Lucas’s voice followed me down the corridor, calm but edged with strain. He was trying not to sound like an Alpha giving an order and failing just enough that I noticed.“I will,” I replied without slowing. “After I understand what’s happening in my own home.”The child shifted again, not sharply this time, but insistently, like a reminder that I was not as alone in my body as I once had been. I adjusted my hand against my stomach and kept walking.Jake waited near the old archive door, arms crossed, posture loose but eyes alert. He straightened when he saw me.“You’re sure about this?” he asked.“No,” I said honestly. “But I’m doing it anyway.”Lucas sighed behind me. “At least pretend to listen when we worry.”I glanced back at him. His face was tight, shadows under his eyes deeper than they had been yesterday. The curse had not eased since the ritual. If anything, it felt like it was circling, testing.“I hear you,” I said more gently. “But I won’t sit sti
“They’re at the gate.”Jake didn’t raise his voice, but the words landed with weight.I was already on my feet. My palm rested on my stomach, steadying myself as much as anything else. The child shifted, a small, restless movement that felt less like fear and more like awareness.“How many?” Lucas asked.“Two women,” Jake replied. “No visible weapons. They’re thin. Dirty. Playing it well.”Of course they were.Lucas met my eyes. “Last chance to change your mind.”“I won’t,” I said. “But thank you for asking.”He nodded once, sharp and contained, then turned to the guards lining the corridor. “Positions. No blades unless I give the order.”Clara stepped up beside me, her presence solid and unmistakable. “If they try anything—”“They won’t,” I said quietly. “Not yet.”We moved together through the inner hall, our footsteps echoing softly against stone. The fortress felt different today. Alert without being tense. Watchful. Everyone knew this moment mattered, even if they didn’t know why
“Rose.”Lucas’s voice was low, careful, the way it always was now when he didn’t want to startle me or the child. I turned from the window, already knowing what he was about to say by the tightness in his jaw.“The wards shifted again,” he continued. “Not broken. Not tested. Just… acknowledged.”I let out a slow breath. “He’s mapping us.”“Yes.”I moved back to the table and sat, easing myself down as another faint roll stirred beneath my ribs. The child had grown more active in the past days, as if aware that stillness was no longer an option.“How long?” I asked.Lucas leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded. “Hours. Maybe days. Drake doesn’t rush when he believes he’s winning.”“He doesn’t believe he’s winning,” I corrected. “He believes we’re about to make a mistake.”Jake entered without knocking, expression hard. “Scouts returned from the western ridge. Nothing crossed the border, but something watched it.”Clara followed him in, braid thrown over one shoulder, eyes sha
ROSE’S POV“Did they touch you?”Lucas asked it the moment I stepped into our chamber. He was on his feet despite the healer’s orders, shoulders tense, eyes scanning me like he expected to find blood where there was none.“No,” I said. “Not physically.”That didn’t ease him.He crossed the room in three strides and took my face in his hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks, grounding himself as much as me. His scent was sharper than usual, the curse restless beneath his skin, reacting to whatever it had sensed while I was gone.“They’re lying,” I told him before he could ask. “Not clumsily. Not stupidly. Carefully.”Lucas exhaled through his teeth. “I know.”I eased his hands down to my belly and held them there until his breathing slowed. The baby shifted under his palms, a gentle reminder that some things were still right.“They staged misery,” I continued. “Enough to pass a glance. Not enough to withstand one.”Jake leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. “Mara never dropped her guard







