The next twenty-four hours passed in a blur of preparation and mounting tension. I spent the morning with Darius, going over every detail of the plan until I could recite it in my sleep. The afternoon was dedicated to physical preparation—ensuring I looked appropriately beaten and desperate when Marcus "captured" me, while hiding the weapons and tools I'd need for what came next.
But it was the evening that proved most challenging.
"You're having doubts," Darius observed as we sat in his private chambers, sharing what might be our last meal together.
"I'm having clarity," I corrected. "There's a difference."
"Explain."
I set down my wine glass, no longer able to pretend I had an appetite. "This isn't just about killing Kael anymore. It's about who I become in the process."
"And who i
