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Chapter 121

Aaron povI looked away from her and back at the monitor. Silas’s name filled several lines on the banking trust–My father. The word no longer made any sense in my head, not after the files, not after the bodies near the southern road, not after I saw Caleb’s signature under a Hunter weapons transfer and understood how long they had expected me to look the other way.Rowan’s voice stayed even. “We finish the operation first.” Romy held his gaze for a long moment, her jaw still set and her grip on the knife tight. Then, slowly, her fingers loosened around the handle. Not agreement–just enough and Rowan didn’t push it further.I reached toward the monitor as the fan beneath it gave a sharp squeal, the metal frame starting to vibrate against the table. “Caleb keeps two personal guards inside the station house. Both carry encrypted radios linked directly to Silas’s office at the bank. The moment the tower goes dark, they call him.”“Let them,” Rowan replied, his thumb moving over the sc

Chapter 122

Rowan povThe key scraped inside the bedroom lock before turning with a heavy click.I kept my hand on the door for a moment, listening as Aaron’s footsteps faded down the staircase toward the lower offices. The keep had gone quiet again. Only the low hum of the ventilation system travelled through the floor, steady beneath the faint rattle of the windows.Outside, the snow had started falling harder.I removed my coat and dropped it across the foot of the bed. The thick wool struck the wooden frame with a dull sound, but Romy did not turn around.She stood several feet away, struggling with the buckles of her utility vest.Her fingers slipped over the top clasp once, then again. The metal clicked uselessly beneath her hands until she finally released a frustrated breath and pulled the vest over her head instead. It fell beside her boots, one of the silver loops striking the floor.The raven mask slipped from the pocket and roll

Chapter 123

Rowan pov My mouth came down on hers before she could finish the last word, the impact hard enough that her teeth clicked against mine. It wasn't the clean, careful kiss of a soldier; my nose bumped hers as I tasted the salt on her lips and the heat inside her mouth. She opened for me instantly, her tongue meeting mine with a fierce, desperate hunger that deleted every wall we had spent the winter building between us.I slid my hands down to the back of her thighs, lifting her completely off the floorboards until her boots cleared the dropped leather vest. Romy wrapped her legs around my waist, her fingers burying deep into the hair at the back of my neck as I carried her backward toward the leather lounge chair by the hearth.We hit the deep cushions together, my elbow knocking a small wooden footstool over with a loud bang that we both ignored. She was under me, her hands tearing at the metal buttons of my ve

Chapter 124

Rowan pov The first gray light of morning cut through the lead frames of the window, hitting the edge of the mattress where the heavy wool blankets had tangled around our ankles. My left arm was completely numb from where Romy had spent the night sleeping against my chest, her red hair spread over the canvas ticking of the pillow. Her nose was tucked into the hollow of my throat, her breathing warm and slightly uneven against my skin.I shifted my hip to free my legs, my knee catching the edge of the sheet and dragging it down to the floorboards with a soft rustle. Romy stirred instantly, her eyelids fluttering open to show the dark hazel underneath before she reached out to catch my wrist. Her fingers were warm, her grip clumsy from sleep as she missed my sleeve twice and grabbed the bare skin of my forearm instead. "Rowan," she muttered, her voice sounding thick and gravelly from the hours of quiet. She pulled

Chapter 125

Romy povThe morning sun hit the cedar tray the kitchen detail had left by the door, the sharp aroma of dark roast coffee and toasted grain instantly filling the small dining alcove. I didn't bother waiting for plates, dragging the heavy wood tray onto the small oak dining table near the balcony doors. The spread was massive: bowls of spiced tigernut porridge sweetened with wild honey, thick slices of rye toast loaded with smoked salmon, capers, and dill, and a plate of grilled venison sausages still sizzling from the hearth.I tore off a piece of the rye bread, dipping it straight into a small bowl of melted butter while Rowan pulled out the heavy timber chair opposite me."I love that you have such a healthy appetite, little raven," he muttered, his thumb reaching out to catch a smear of honey from the corner of my mouth before I could wipe it away. He didn't drop his hand, his thumb lingered, pressure building against my lower lip until I bit down softly on the pad of his skin. H

Chapter 126

Romy povBy midday, the bedroom was filled with the rustle of clothing and the murmurs of the three seamstresses. I stood on a low stool before the mirror, the heavy silk of a dark gown pinning my shoulders back. The head designer knelt at my feet, her fingers working silver pins into the hem while the others adjusted the tight bodice, constricting my ribs until every breath was an effort.A short knock sounded on the door frame before Rowan walked in, his black utility vest unbuckled over his shirt, his boots heavy against the floorboards. He stopped near the washbasin, his eyes locking onto the exposed line of my neck and the way the dark silk hugged my waist. He didn't say a word, but the sudden, heavy rise and fall of his chest told me everything I needed to know. He was staring, his dark eyes tracking the silver embroidery down to my hips with a raw, predatory hunger that made my skin tingle."Out," I told the seamstresses, my voice flat, low. "All of you. Leave the pins."They

Chapter 127

Caleb’s POVThe morning sun had already heated the slate beneath my boots by the time the regional captains gathered in the courtyard below. I stood at the upper balcony with both hands around the iron railing, watching them move into place around the stone ring.My attention stayed on Rowan and Romy.They stood beside a wooden crate in the center of the courtyard, leaning over the same map while one of the captains pointed toward the eastern road. Rowan wasn’t looking at her– at least not directly–yet his hand rested at the small of her back as if it belonged there.That was what got me–Not the touch itself, but how comfortable they had become with each other.His fingers moved once along her waist when she shifted closer to the map, and Romy didn’t stiffen, she didn’t pull away– If anything, she leaned back into his touch without noticing.My jaw tightened. For months, she had moved through Stormveil like everyone offended her–cold, watchful, always looking for a way out. But the w

Chapter 128

Romy’s POVThe lower storage cells were colder than the rest of the compound.Moisture clung to the stone walls, gathering in the cracks before dripping onto the floor with slow, hollow taps that echoed down the corridor. I sat on a small wooden stool beside the secondary relay box, adjusting one of the copper dials while the receiver gave off a low mechanical hum beneath my fingers.Rowan was somewhere up on the ridge with Aaron’s captains, going over the night patrol routes. I had offered to stay behind and check the communication lines before the evening shift took over.At the time, it seemed like a better job and now, surrounded by wet stone, rusted copper, and the sour smell of old winter stores, I was beginning to regret it.I rubbed my thumb over one of the loose wire connections and tried to focus, but it didn’t work.My thoughts kept drifting somewhere else–back to Rowan’s room. To the warmth of his skin against mine and the way his hands had settled around my waist while I

Chapter 129

Third person povThe iron key scraped inside the lock before turning with a heavy click. Caleb pulled the basement door shut behind him and slid the bolt into place, then reached into his vest for the stolen routing tokens. His fingers were still cold from the drainage tunnel and the brass pieces nearly slipped before he pushed them into the perimeter terminal beside the door.The screen flashed orange and a second later, the entire old timber mill disappeared from the main Stormveil network. No outside cameras, no gate signals, and no way for anyone to trace what happened inside.He stood there for a moment, listening to the low hum of the terminal, then he turned. The basement smelled of damp wood, rust, and river mud. They'd dragged half the gully road in on their boots, leaving dark stains across the old floorboards.Romy sat slumped against the far wall beneath a leaking radiator, heavy chains holding her wrists above her head, the zinc links looped around the iron pipe behind her

Chapter 130

Rowan povThe smell of burned metal and wet stone hit me the moment I reached the bottom of the southern shaft.The lift line had collapsed into a twisted heap of iron wire across the floor, blackened where the system had sparked before the power failed. Water dripped steadily from the ceiling, collecting in the drainage channel beside my boots. I barely noticed any of it. My eyes stayed on the mud.The marks were everywhere– dragged footprints, scrapes on the stone, a dark smear near the wall where someone had fallen, or been forced down.Then I saw something half-buried near the edge of the drain. I dropped to my knees and dug my fingers into the cold muck until they closed around bone.Romy's knife. For a second, I just stared at it, the ceramic blade was still intact, though the handle was slick with mud. Romy never lost her weapon – not once,I'd watched her sleep with a blade close enough to reach without opening her eyes. She would never leave this behind on her own.My fingers c

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