Mira escaped at 3:17 AM.
I felt it through the bond.
Not pain. Not fear.
Rage.
Pure, cold rage from the dungeon.
Then nothing.
Bond snapped.
Someone died down there.
Darius was already moving when I sat up.
“Guards are down,” he said. Pulling on leathers. Blade in hand. “Level four breached.”
“Mira,” I said.
“Mira,” he confirmed.
I was nine weeks pregnant. Diana kicking for the first time that morning. Little flutters against my ribs.
Now this.
“Corin,” I said. Standing. “Baby Corin.”
“With Beta Corin,” Darius said. “Nursery locked. Six guards. He’s safe.”
He looked at my stomach.
“You stay”
“No,” I said. Cutting him off. Hand on my crown. Bone. Cold. Mine. “She went for my daughter once. Through Rafe. Through Kieran. Through lies.”
I pulled on my own leathers. Loose now
