Cassian’s departure left a wound that no one spoke about.
The palace felt quieter.
Colder.
Even the servants whispered as they walked the halls, afraid the walls themselves might be listening.
Kaelira stood in the war room, staring at a map covered with red markers. Every Crimson Fang attack had one thing in common.
They always knew exactly where the kingdom was weakest.
It couldn’t be coincidence anymore.
Someone inside the palace was feeding them information.
Kaelira looked up.
“We end this tonight.”
By sunset, every gate to the palace had been sealed.
No one was allowed in.
No one was allowed out.
The Blood Guard searched every chamber, every hidden passage, and every servant’s quarters.
Even the princes were questioned.
No one was above suspicion.
Ronan watched the sear
