The war drums did not stop.
They continued through the night.
Low.
Slow.
Relentless.
Every beat reminded us that three armies were marching toward the fortress.
But after what we had discovered, I knew the armies were only part of the problem.
The Veiled Court was behind them.
Someone had manipulated entire kingdoms.
And that someone had access to information from inside Kael's castle.
We gathered in the war room before dawn.
Kael stood at the head of the table.
Damian stood opposite him.
His closest advisers surrounded the map.
I remained beside Kael.
The prisoner we'd captured was locked in the dungeon.
But his words remained with me.
For the Court.
Kael placed both hands on the table.
"How did three allied armies know exactly when to move?"
Nobody answered.
He looke
