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The next morning brought no peace. The Queen’s court bustled as if nothing had happened in the night, attendants sweeping through marble halls, nobles exchanging polite venom over tea. But for me, the walls felt closer, the air heavier, and every face a potential spy for Veyris. Kael hadn’t slept. I could tell by the faint shadows beneath his amber eyes and the way his hand stayed near the hilt of his sword, as though expecting an attack at any moment. Lucien, by contrast, looked perfectly composed—hair immaculate, smile sharp—but I had learned by now that his calm was just another mask. We gathered in the training hall at sunrise, the doors shut and bolted against prying ears. Kael leaned over a map spread across the table, tracing a line from the palace to the southern cliffs. “This,” he said, tapping a point on the parchment, “is where the last three attacks originated. Whoever Veyris is sending is using the cliffs as a base.” Lucien perched on the edge of the table, deliberat

The following nights after Veyris’s intrusion blurred into a haze of preparation. Training sessions stretched long into the dark hours, and Kael was relentless in his demands. Every swing of my blade, every parry, every dodge was scrutinized until my arms ached and my breath came in ragged bursts. Yet, it wasn’t just the combat drills that kept my heart racing. Kael had started standing closer when he corrected my stance—so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him despite the cool night air. Sometimes, when his hand brushed mine while adjusting my grip, my pulse would skip. He didn’t comment on it, but his faint smirk told me he noticed. “Your feet are too close together,” he murmured one evening, stepping behind me. His hand slid from my shoulder to my waist, guiding me slightly to the left. “Wider stance means more balance.” “You could’ve just said that,” I muttered, trying not to focus on how solid he felt behind me. “I could have,” he agreed, voice low and teasing, “b

The morning after the council’s uneasy truce, the air in Ebonveil felt different. Lighter in some ways, heavier in others. Patrols had doubled, wolves and vampires walking side by side in stiff, silent lines. The tension was a living thing, a silent creature stalking the streets. Kael found me in the courtyard, already armed. His movements were deliberate, his gaze sharp, as if measuring the distance between every threat before it could even step into view. “We’re leaving,” he said without preamble. “Leaving where?” “The Borderlands.” I blinked. “The place no one goes because it’s a death trap?” His mouth curved in a humorless smile. “Exactly. That’s where I saw those markings before. If there are answers, they’ll be there.” Lucien arrived just as Kael finished speaking, his dark cloak trailing like spilled ink across the stones. “And you didn’t think to invite me?” he asked, arching a brow. “I didn’t think you’d want to get your hands dirty,” Kael said dryly. Lucien smirked.

I woke to the sound of rain tapping against my window, the kind of soft, steady rhythm that made the rest of the castle seem unnaturally quiet. The air held the faint metallic scent that always came before a storm. The knock came next—measured, deliberate, and just familiar enough that my pulse betrayed me. I opened the door, and there he was. Kael, rain dripping from the ends of his hair, eyes lit like gold against the dim hallway. “You’re up,” he said. I glanced pointedly at the gray morning light. “Not all of us sleep until noon.” A faint smirk. “I don’t sleep.” I stepped aside to let him in. “That’s healthy.” His gaze slid over me—bare feet, loose shirt, hair mussed from sleep—and lingered just long enough to make me aware of every inch of myself. “We need to talk,” he said. “That sounds ominous.” “It is.” We sat at the small table by the window. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “The court is moving faster than I expected,” he said. “Last night’s meeting wasn’t j

The air in the council hall was razor-thin, sharp enough to cut the lungs. By the time Kael and I entered, the vampires were already assembled, their black and crimson attire gleaming under the chandeliers. The queen sat at the head of the crescent table, her posture regal, her gaze unreadable—but I knew that look. She was about to make her move. Lucien was there too, lounging in his seat with that lazy, dangerous elegance that said he’d already predicted every word of today’s meeting. “Lord Kael of the Western Pack,” the queen began, her voice carrying over the chamber like silk hiding a blade. “You stand accused of failing to protect the eastern border, of harboring enemy agents, and of instigating hostilities between wolf and vampire territories.” I felt the muscles in Kael’s arm tense beside me. He didn’t speak. “You’ve had your chance to explain yourself,” she went on, “and yet attacks continue. Bodies pile up. Trust erodes. Therefore…” She paused, letting the silence stretc