KAEL’S POV
The trap worked faster than I expected.
By dawn, we spread information around the palace within a tight circle of people closest to me. Amara was dying, and if she did, her body would be incinerated so her magic could not be transferred. Two days passed, and everything seemed quiet.
No one acted.
Still, I kept watch.
By nightfall, I stood at the tower of my castle, trying to clear my head, when I noticed movement near the entrance of the servant quarters.
I masked my scent and used my wolf vision to see more clearly.
Two figures emerged from the servant passage, heads bowed, cloaks drawn tight. Even at a distance, I knew who they were.
Amara’s maids.
The ones assigned to her chambers before she was kidnapped.
I followed them silently. I needed to know how they were abl
