Nyra’s hands were still glowing as she sealed the last of the warding spells over my suite door.
None of us spoke.
The mark was gone. But the feeling it left behind wasn’t.
Daxos paced like a caged god at war. Sevrin’s blade never left his grip. And Azric hadn’t stopped scanning the shadows once, his mind already digging into the palace walls for secrets no one else could hear.
A cursed sigil.
Etched onto my door while I stood before a kingdom. Vulnerable. Unknowing.
And now?
Now there would be blood.
Azric froze. “Footsteps. Guard wing. Someone’s running.”
He vanished without another word.
Sevrin was right behind him, moving like smoke and steel.
Daxos stepped in front of me, body tense, jaw tight. “Stay here.”
“I’m not hiding,” I snapped.
“I’m not asking you to,” he said, vo
