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Zara’s P.O.V Silence can be louder than shouting. That was the first thing I learned standing there inside our chamber, the fire was low, the walls were too close, Ryker was looking at me like he was trying very hard not to become something dangerous. And maybe I was doing the same because the truth was finally in the room.Cassian. Everything about the training, the lies, and my sister. Somehow, I would have preferred screaming. At least, screaming was clean.Ryker stood near the fire, arms folded, jaw tight enough to crack stone while I remained near the door maintaining the distance which was instinctively necessary. Neither of us moved nor looked away. Finally, his voice came painfully low and controlled. “Did you ever plan to tell me?”Not why, or how long and somehow, it hurt more because betrayal wasn’t always in the act. Sometimes, it lived in the decision. The choosing. Every night I had walked away, every silence I had protected, and every lie I had dressed as caution. I

Zara's P.O.V Grief changes shape. The cruelest part is that you think you understand it—that it is one thing, one wound, one clean ache. But grief is a liar, it evolves, it waits. It becomes new monsters when the old ones die.I sat alone in the outer courtyard long after Elias left, staring at nothing and everything. The moon hung low over Ironclaw’s stone walls, silver and indifferent. I hated that the world kept moving. Birds would still sing tomorrow, guards would still patrol, people would still laugh somewhere, and my entire life had just been rewritten.My sister was not lost in chaos, not collateral, not some tragic casualty of war. She had died trying to save me because she knew, because she saw what the Covenant intended, because she chose me.The memory came without warning. Her hands in my hair, careful but patient. Braiding it before dawn while I complained about waking early. I was sixteen, too angry, too sure of myself. She had laughed softly and said, not everyone who

Zara’s P.O.V I knew something was wrong the moment Ryker walked in without knocking. He never barges in, not because he respected boundaries, he was far too dangerous for that but because he understood the weight of silence. He understood that some doors should be opened carefully.Tonight, he entered like a man already carrying blood on his hands. Quiet, controlled, and terrifying. I was standing by the window, my fingers curled around the cold stone ledge, staring at the dark courtyard below. The moonlight stretched silver across the floor, but it did nothing to soften the feeling pressing against my ribs.When I turned and saw his face, my stomach dropped. Something had happened, and I could tell it pretty worse. “You can tell me,” I said.He closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment, as if deciding which truth would hurt less. “There was another breach.”My pulse stumbled. “Lucian?”“No.” he answered, his jaw tightened. Relief hit me so suddenly it almost made me

Lila's P.O.V I knew the moment the seal broke that this room had never been empty. It breathed quietly, patiently as if it had been waiting for me. The door opened with a low, resisting sound, and the darkness beyond didn’t rush to greet us. It stayed where it was—thick, unmoving, almost deliberate. I stepped in anyway.Ryker moved with me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him at my back. Not touching. Never careless but there. Lucian stayed near the doorway, watching.The air inside was colder than the corridor. Not abandoned-cold but preserved-cold. Like time had been held back here, locked in place, waiting for the right key.Everything was still… her. The desk by the window. The chair slightly angled, as if she had just stood up. A shawl draped over its back, soft and familiar enough that my chest tightened before I could stop it, books stacked in careful, precise lines and faint scent of lavender, softened with something sharper beneath it.I swallowed briefly. For a m

The smell of blood lingered long after the last body was removed. It clung dearly to the stone, to the air, to memory. I stood in the corridor where it had happened, staring at the faint smear left behind despite the frantic cleaning. Ironclaw moved fast, efficient, disciplined but some things doesn’t leave easily while some things weren’t meant to.“They breached the inner corridor,” Lucian’s voice cut through the quiet. He stood a few steps away, arms folded, gaze sharp as ever, calculating and measuring the damage not just in bodies but in implications. “That doesn’t happen,” he continued. “Not without help. Not without knowledge of the layout.”“They had both,” I said. My voice didn’t shake, and that was new even to me.Lucian’s eyes flicked to me briefly, not in surprise but assessing quietly. Let him look, let them all look cos I wasn’t the same person who had walked into that chamber and they knew it.****“They came for you.” cameRyker’s voice quieter, but heavier.I turned an