POV: Roxana
The knock on my door came just as the last light of evening faded from the window. I opened it to find Magnus standing there, his shirt still damp with sweat from the training grounds, his expression carved from stone.
"We need to talk," he said, stepping past me into the room without waiting for an invitation. "Alone, and honestly, for once."
I closed the door slowly, my heart already beginning to race. "What is it, Alpha?"
"Iris does not remember the argument the night the witch escaped," Magnus said, turning to face me. "She was asleep before midnight. Which means someone invented that fight entirely, timed perfectly to pull two guards away from their post."
My stomach dropped straight through the floor. "I do not understand what that has to do with me," I said, though
