Semua Bab The Alpha's Mate has already Killed HIm: Bab 1 - Bab 6

LyraDead men make terrible liars.That's why I'm standing in the ice cellar under Blackspire Keep at midnight, bare-handed, with my palm flat against a corpse's chest and a very good chance of being hanged for it.Tomas Reed. Twenty-four. Draven Guard. Found dead in his bunk yesterday morning. Cause of death: sudden heart failure.Healthy wolves don't get heart failure. His sister told me that yesterday, crying so hard she couldn't finish the sentence. Then she handed me eight silver crowns.I don't do this for free. But I would have done it for nothing."Come on, Tomas," I whisper. "Tell me who."Death Seers are illegal in all five territories. People think we don't just see death, we cause it. Touching a corpse is a hanging offense. So is being what I am.So officially, I'm a temple mortician's assistant. Three shifts a week.Unofficially, I'm the best murder investigator nobody has ever heard of.The cellar is freezing. My breath fogs. My fingertips go numb against his cold skin,

LyraThey drag the Alpha of the North out of my cell like a man carrying a corpse.I watch it happen with one wrist still chained to the wall. Cassian's boots scrape the stone. His head lolls. Right before the door slams, his eyes find mine, and they're still gold, and they're terrified.Then the lock clicks, and I'm alone with the dripping water and my own thoughts.If she dies, so do we.I didn't hear it. Nobody did. But I saw his face when it happened, and I've watched two hundred and six people die. I know what it looks like when a mind goes to war with itself.Cassian Draven ordered my execution, and his own wolf nearly killed him for it."Great," I tell the ceiling. "Fantastic. I'm the most wanted woman in the north, and the man who wants me dead can't stand up."The ceiling doesn't answer.Hours crawl. I try to sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see myself standing in that burning city with a silver blade in my hand.That's the part I can't shake. Not that he died. That I did

Lyra"Do it again."I look up from the bed. Cassian is standing in the tower doorway, alone. No Bram. No guards. His coat is wrinkled, his hair is a mess, and there's dried blood on his knuckles that I really hope isn't Corin's."Do what again?" I ask."Read me." He steps inside and shuts the door behind him. "Properly. Deliberately. Skin to skin."I stare at him. "You said no. You said it like a threat.""I changed my mind.""That's a big change in twelve hours.""Yes, I noticed." He drags a hand down his face. He looks about a hundred years old. "Corin's in the infirmary. The healer says there's nothing wrong with his body, but his mind is like a house someone broke into and rearranged. He keeps describing my murder. Every detail. The lantern colors. The sound of the knife.""Whose knife?""He says it's yours." He holds my gaze. "Silver. Long blade."My stomach flips. That's the knife in my vision. I never told anyone it was silver. "So he saw the same thing I did.""That's the prob