POV: Roxana
I waited in my room until the moon climbed high enough to spill silver light across my floor, my hands clenched tight around the stolen key the entire time. Every creak of the mansion settling made my heart lurch, certain it was Magnus returning early, certain it was Victoria finally deciding to search my room herself.
A soft knock finally came, three quiet taps against my door. I opened it to find Celeste standing there, dressed in a plain dark cloak instead of her usual silks.
"Come," she said simply, already turning down the hallway. "We do not have long before the distraction wears off."
"What distraction?" I asked, hurrying to keep pace with her quick, silent steps.
"Iris and Lyra are currently arguing loudly in the east wing over a stolen necklace that never actually
