Emilia's POV
The scream hadn’t even died down when the palace erupted into chaos.
I barely had a second to catch my breath before a blur of movement slammed into me. A woman—her face ghost-pale, eyes wide with panic—shoved past me so hard my shoulder smacked against the wall. I gasped, clutching at the ache, but she didn’t even look back. Her skirts swished wildly as she sprinted down the corridor, the sound of her frantic footsteps echoing off the marble like a frantic drum.
For a heartbeat, I thought she was mad. Running like that in the palace? But then her expression carved itself into my mind—raw terror. Not fear of scolding. Fear of something much worse.
My heart stuttered.
“What the—”
And then I heard it.
“ROGUES!”
The shout tore down the hallway like a whip crack. Male, de
