The storm had not ceased.
For three days, snow had buried the mountain roads surrounding Ravenswatch, trapping everyone within its ancient walls. The fortress seemed to groan beneath the relentless wind, its weathered stones whispering stories older than the kingdom itself.
Inside, the mood was no less bleak.
The attempted theft of Physician Corwin’s records had left everyone uneasy.
Someone within—or close to—Ravenswatch knew the truth about Alistair’s poisoning.
Someone was watching.
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Evadne had barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she dreamed of the hidden painting in the King’s Library.
The woman beneath the silver tree.
Those impossible violet eyes.
They felt…
Familiar.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, she could never remember why.
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The following afternoon,
