CAOMH'S POVThe air in the Silver Moon wing of the neutral compound felt heavy, smelling faintly of damp stone and the sharp, cloying perfume Dreda always wore.I walked down the dim corridor, my boots making no sound against the worn runner rug. I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't want the polite, rehearsed bows of my guards. I just wanted to reach the quiet sanctuary of my own suite, pour a very strong drink, and figure out how to stop the frantic, restless energy that had been clawing at my chest all day.Seeing Meghann at the auction today had completely undone me. Watching her outbid Dreda, watching her stand beside Cullen Arden with a crown of untouchable confidence, had triggered a deep, gnawing regret that I couldn't push back down.I turned the corner, my suite just a few yards away.Then, the sound of voices cut through the stillness.They were sharp, hushed, and frantic. I stopped instantly, my spine pressing flat against the cold stone wall. I recognized the voices immed
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