The Dream
The iron lock clicked shut from the outside.
I stood in my bedroom and listened until Cassian’s armor stopped clanking down the hall. Quiet filled the room while the night sky turned gray.
My hands were shaking as I pulled the folded paper from my coat. Doctor Vance’s handwriting looked terrible with Duke Varn’s red wax seal sitting at the bottom.
Record as sudden illness.
Dropping to my knees by the fireplace, I ran my fingers along the dark mortar until I found a cracked stone near the floorboards. I pried the brick out to shove the fake doctor's note deep into the hollow space before pushing the stone back into place.
Varn lied about Julian’s fever to hide the murder.
Still, I couldn't stop thinking about what Cassian said in the forge. He claimed he signed out the kni
