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I stared at him. “Gilead.” The name left my mouth like a curse. Rowan lowered his eyes. That only made my anger worse. I had spent years believing that name was buried with the rest of them. Every Gilead I had found had been dealt with. Every last one. Or so I thought. Thorne looked between us. “My King…” I raised my hand. I stepped closer to Rowan. “Look at me.” Slowly, his eyes lifted. There was something different in them now. He knew I remembered. He knew exactly what his name meant to me. “You are a Gilead.” My jaw tightened. “And you’ve been living in Blackthorne all this time?” Rowan didn’t answer. “Answer me.” “Yes, my King.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “My King.” I looked him over. A man I had believed was dead. A man who had somehow survived everything. And this was the man Elara had chosen. I turned away for a moment. Thorne stepped closer. “My King, if he is truly a Gilead…” “I know.” My voice stopped him. I looked back

Thorne and I continued down the corridor. Neither of us spoke. The guards stationed along the hallway straightened the moment they saw me. Some bowed. Others stepped aside so quickly that their shoulders nearly touched the walls. I barely noticed them. My thoughts were still on Rowan. I had spent years believing that name was buried with the men who had betrayed my father. I had been wrong. “Thorne.” “Yes, my King.” “Tell me everything you know about Rowan.” Thorne glanced at me. “He has been a slave in Blackthorne for several years.” “How many?” “I’m not certain.” “Find out.” “Yes, my King.” I continued walking. “Who brought him here?” “We are still checking the records.” “Still?” Thorne’s expression tightened. “The slave records are old, my King. Some were damaged during the war.” “Then find the ones that survived.” “I will.” I stopped walking. Thorne stopped too. “Does anyone know he is a Gilead?” He hesitated. “Elara, obviously.” “Besides her.” “I don’

If that piece of cloth belonged to one of the visiting delegations, then somehow, Zara was connected to them. I just didn’t know how. We reached the fortress without saying much. The moment we entered through the servant passage, Jace pulled the cloth from his sleeve and unfolded it in his palm. Alma leaned closer. “Are you sure this is the same one?” “Of course it is,” I said. “The other one is still in my chest in Lucian’s chambers.” Alma looked between Jace and I . “But how did Zara get it?” “That is what I want to know.” Jace folded the cloth again. “We need to be careful.” I frowned. “Careful?” “Zara is not stupid.” “I know.” “No, my Lady. I mean she is very smart. If she was involved with that man, she would know exactly what this cloth could expose.” Alma’s face tightened. “You think she knows we took it?” “I think she probably knows already.” My stomach twisted. I looked back toward the door, hoping that no one could hear us. “You think she was pretending?” Al

The Seer’s words hung in the air long after she spoke them. “Because he’s the good one.” I stared at her across the private council room. The torches burned steady, but the space felt smaller than before. Thorne stood silent near the wall. Neither of us moved. “What do you mean he’s the good one?” I asked. She studied me for a long moment. Her eyes did not blink. Dust still clung to the edge of her cloak from the road. “Tell me, Alpha King,” she said at last. “Should a son die for a crime committed before he was old enough to understand it?” I did not answer. The question sat between us like a blade left on the table. She continued in the same quiet voice. “You carry your father’s name. So did Rowan. But he never knew what his father truly did until years later. He never helped him. Never fought beside him. Never took an innocent life. Hatred is easiest when we stop seeing people. It would be foolish to kill a man for a war he never chose.” I folded my arms. “T

By morning, Calder’s delegation had become the first thing on my mind. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same things. Cressida’s face. The Seer’s warning. Rowan’s name. And Calder standing in my great hall as if he had every right to be there. I found Thorne waiting outside my study. He looked as though he had slept even less than I had. “What did you find?” “Not much.” I stopped. “That isn’t the answer I want to hear.” “I know my king.” Thorne handed me a folder. I opened it as we walked. “Calder has no military record with the western territories.” I looked up. “Nothing?” “Nothing we can verify.” “Then how does he represent them?” “That is the problem.” I continued reading. “There are no records of him attending any previous summit. No trade agreements signed by him. No letters bearing his name.” I closed the folder. “Yet he arrives with six men and claims to speak for an entire territory.” “That doesn’t happen