JONAS’ POV
I don’t care what anyone says anymore.
At first, I thought I was being dramatic. But the strand of hair I picked up that night… I know I didn’t imagine putting it in my pocket. I remember touching it. I shoved it into my pocket before anyone could see. But later, it was gone. Just …vanished. No trace. No explanation.
Things don’t just disappear like that. Not unless something—or someone—is covering their tracks.
My father is hiding something. I know it. I feel it in my gut. No—more than that. I breathe it every day. The air in the palace isn’t right. It’s like poison you can’t see. The air in here is thick and twisted.
And ever since that stormy night weeks ago, the security around the private wing has increased. Guards rotate more frequently. Certain doors are locked aroun
