Aria’s POV....
The moment dawn crept through the cracked walls of the dungeon, I was already awake. My body ached from the bruises Serena’s rage and bitterness had left, but pain no longer mattered. Not when I’d overheard what I did last night.
The guards had spoken carelessly near my cell, boasting about the ritual — a blood offering under the Red Moon to strengthen the Evil King’s hold over the rogues. But what struck me most wasn’t the ritual itself… it was the name they’d whispered.
Serena.
Not as a servant. Not as a victim. But as his daughter.
She was made from th dark magic and was sent to spy on us all this while.
My heart had stopped in that instant. Serena — the one who had fought beside us,and betrayed us — was the Evil King’s blood. She hadn’t been corrupted by him. She’d
