เข้าสู่ระบบNeris's POV"Don't answer it."Cassian's fingers are locked around my forearm hard enough to bruise. The glow inside the seam keeps drifting toward us, a coal carried by someone I can't see, and the voice that called me little ember hasn't spoken again."It knew my name," I say. "The one only my mother used.""That's why it used it.""Neris, step back." Lucien's voice is tight. "Now."The wind has changed. For three days it blew from the north. Now it blows inward, toward the crack, dragging dead pine needles across the scree like a tide going out. The mark under my shirt flares white.It's pulling, my wolf says, small and frightened. Not the voice. The door. Neris, I can't..."Hold on to me."The seam splits wide as a doorway. Cold floods out, and my boots leave the ground."Evren!" Cassian roars."I've got you!" A hand clamps onto Cassian's belt, then Lucien has Evren's collar, and we go through the seam as a single chain of bodies, all three of them dragged behind me like rope paid
Neris's POV"It's bait."Darius says it before he's finished reading, before the parchment has stopped trembling in his fingers. The war room is cold. Lucien has caged the white bird in a birdcage borrowed from the kitchens, and it sits on its perch without a sound. Frost glitters along the bars, though the fire is lit."Everything about it is bait," Darius goes on. "The bird. The handwriting. That line.""We have your father's original heart," Cassian reads, flat and quiet."They knew what we'd learned the moment Fenn said it. Not an hour later. It would take a spy in the cottage, or something watching through the seed." Darius looks at me. "Whichever it is, someone wants you to go running.""My father's body burned," I say. "Fenn set the fire herself. There isn't anything left to have.""There's a body," Darius says slowly. "And there's a heart."Nobody speaks."It isn't the organ. It's a word the guardians used." His hands twist in his lap. "When someone died close to a door, near
Neris's POV"Who made him sick?"I ask it quietly, and nobody in the cottage moves. The lamp leans toward my chest. The mark under my shirt is still burning silver through the cloth, in time with a heartbeat that isn't mine.Healer Fenn's hands have gone stiff on the quilt. "I told you. A spring in the north marches.""The seed says that's a lie.""Seeds don't speak, dear. They sleep.""This one's been awake for eighteen years." I take a step toward the bed. "It says it tasted the sickness on him. Once, when he lifted me onto his shoulders at a harvest fair. Cold smoke, off his skin. It says a spring doesn't taste like that."It tastes like a door, the dry little voice says, calm as a clerk reading back a ledger. I had never smelled one before that day. I knew it the moment the wind turned."A door," I repeat aloud.Fenn's face has lost every trace of color. Behind me the scarred guard appears in the doorway, one hand on his hilt. Cassian turns and meets his eyes without a word, and t
Neris's POV"Begged you."I say it once, flat, and the lamp seems to gutter. Healer Fenn's pale eyes don't leave my face."Yes, little one.""He was my father." My voice cracks on the word. "You poured him tea.""With honey. He liked honey." She folds her hands on the quilt. "He thanked me. That was the worst of it."Behind me, Evren makes a sound like he's been punched. He catches the bedpost with one hand. "You brought me tea the night we thought Theron was dead," he says hoarsely. "Honey and cloves.""It's the only recipe I have, dear."Cassian hasn't moved. His hand rests on his sword hilt, and I can't tell whether he knows it."Tell me why," I say. "In order. All of it.""You've heard of the Hollowing.""From my mother's recording."Her eyebrows lift. "Adaeze left you a record. Clever girl." She coughs, a thin dry rattle, and waves off the scarred guard who has appeared in the doorway. "Then you know what it does. Your father caught it the winter before you turned six. Border dut
Neris's POV"Say that again."I say it aloud, and four heads turn toward me. Cassian's hand tightens on mine. Across the lab, Evren half rises from the bench."Neris? Who are you talking to?""Not you." I keep my palm pressed over my breastbone, where the second pulse is quickening beneath my skin. "It spoke. The seed spoke."I remember who killed your father, the dry little voice says again, patient as a clerk reading back a ledger entry.That voice is older than anything I know, my wolf says, rigid in my chest. I can't tell you whether to trust it."You can't tell me whether to trust you either," I murmur, to both of them.No, the seed agrees, without offense. I can tell you what I saw."I was six."You were. I was in your chest the night you hid beneath the floorboards. You couldn't see the room. I felt it through your skin, through the wood. Your mother sent the others away. Your father stood at the door. A woman sat at the table and poured the tea. The voice pauses. She spoke gen
Neris's POVIt's still in me.I say it to nobody, with one palm pressed flat against my collarbone, where the mark is burning like a coal. The recording has gone out. The silver light has drained from the slab, and Lucien is relighting the lantern with hands that won't quite hold still.Behind us, the stone door grinds open without anyone touching it. Petra's students tumble in, red-faced and breathless, and stop short when they see our faces.We heard voices, Petra's younger student says. Are you all right?Fine, Cassian says, in the tone of a man who is not. Give us a minute.They retreat to the doorway. Evren is staring at the empty slab as though it might sit up and apologize. Darius has lowered himself onto a stool, one hand pressed to his bandaged side, and his eyes are fixed on my chest.Say it, I tell him. Whatever you've been holding back since the recording started.I'm not certain.Darius.It's a seed. The word comes out in a rush, as if he's been afraid of it. Your mother







