Mara’s POVThe cart jolted over another stone, and Lila’s hand tightened around mine. Her skin was cold, even under the blanket we’d wrapped ourselves in for the act. The wind smelled of pine and hearth smoke — the scent of home. My stomach twisted at the thought. Home. The word itself had turned poisonous.When the walls of Lucas’s fortress rose ahead, tall and clean against the morning light, I almost smiled. Almost. Every brick, every flag was proof that the story had worked.That she’d taken the bait.Rose.Our dear, cursed sister.“She’s waiting,” Lila murmured, voice soft but unsteady. “She’ll be standing there.”I didn’t need to look at her to know she was trembling, not from fear — but excitement. “Good,” I whispered back. “Let her believe every word of our letter.”The guards at the gate stepped aside as our cart slowed. The tall one—Jake, the Gamma—rode beside us. His face was carved from suspicion, jaw locked tight, eyes sweeping every movement we made. He’d barely said a w
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