Henry’s POV
When Marigold bursts into the study like a whirlwind, a tense silence hangs in the air like an ominous fog. Marigold is always calm and collected, the kind of person who’d sip tea while chaos unfolds. Today, though, her urgency screams disaster, and I brace myself.
As expected, the first words out of her mouth are grim. "Edward didn’t show up at White City," she blurts, her lips twisted into a grim line like she's just swallowed a lemon whole. That’s a quick death knell for Steve’s ambush plan. Still, I hope she’s done unloading misery, but no—her news is a gift that keeps on giving.
"Edward has besieged Crimson Castle. Came out of nowhere and now our army’s flatter than a pancake."
"Crimson Castle?" I ask, gobsmacked. "Edward’s supposed to be down south chasing rogues. Wha
