Agatha
The night had never felt so heavy.
The candles burned low, their flames trembling in the stale air as if they, too, feared what lingered in the dark corners of my chamber. I had been waiting for word for three nights now, three long, sleepless nights, and still, no one had returned.
Not the men I had sent to find and kill Mia. Not even their shadows.
Something was wrong.
I sat by the window, my eyes scanning the forest beyond the walls of the Crimson Palace. The moonlight bathed the trees in silver, but even the wolves were silent tonight. Usually, their howls carried news: blood, victory, death, but tonight there was nothing. Only silence.
“Fools,” I hissed under my breath, my nails digging into the armrest of the chair. “You incompetent, useless beasts.”
I had sent two of m
