Peace lasted exactly twelve days.
Which, according to Lucien, was a personal record.
Midnight was beginning to think he might be right.
The morning started normally.
Coffee.
Sunrise.
Kael pretending he wasn't stealing half her breakfast.
The usual.
Then the letter appeared.
Not delivered.
Not dropped off.
Appeared.
One moment the kitchen table was empty.
The next moment a silver envelope rested directly between them.
Midnight froze.
Kael froze.
The mate bond immediately flared.
Alert.
The throne pulsed beneath the mountain.
Confused.
Which was somehow worse.
The abyss knew a lot of things.
If it was confused, everyone should probably be concerned.
Midnight stared at the envelope.
The envelope stared back.
Or at least it felt like it.
The silver paper shimmered sof
