VICTORIA POV — CHAPTER 52
The candlelight dances across the walls, and I feel it, every flicker echoing the pulse in my veins. It’s quiet here, too quiet, and yet the silence hums, thrums, vibrates under my skin like it knows what’s coming. I’ve waited for this moment for so long—watched, planned, manipulated—and now it’s almost here. I can feel it in the air, crawling across the stone beneath my palms, curling in my hair, pressing against my ribs with that familiar thrill of anticipation.
I’ve done everything. Every alliance I’ve twisted into my favor. Every betrayal I’ve orchestrated. Every shadow moved exactly where I wanted it. Every life touched, every secret weaponed. And now, the one I’ve been waiting for stirs beneath the surface, just beyond reach, and I can feel the pull of it.
