Kian POV
The scream belongs to a dead man.
I found him in the storage hall outside the east cell block, half-hidden behind a stack of crates, throat opened clean and fast by someone who knew exactly what they were doing. It's Torin. One of my night guards. The same guard who had the key to Declan's cell.
The pieces click into place before I even want them to.
"He let Declan out," I say, more to myself than to Luna, who's standing beside me with her hand pressed to her mouth. "And whoever's running this made sure he couldn't tell anyone about it."
"They're cleaning up," Luna says quietly. "Fire. A body. Every loose thread gets cut the same morning."
I look at her, and something in my chest tightens at how calm she sounds, how fast her mind moves through the horror in front of us like
