"You need to see this."
Kellan burst into the trade office without knocking, a folded parchment clutched in his fist, and every head in the room turned toward him at once. Petra's pen froze mid-signature. Corin looked up from his ledger with a frown already forming.
"Kellan." I stood so fast my chair scraped loud against the floor. "What happened?"
"Blackthorn." He crossed the room and pressed the parchment into my hands. "Word just came through the border post. You should read it yourself before I say anything."
My fingers weren't steady as I unfolded it. The handwriting belonged to one of my father's informants, quick and slanted, clearly written in haste.
Damon sentenced to execution in three days' time. Lyra imprisoned, sentencing delayed until her child is born. Both confirmed gu
