LOGINANWEN'S POVFor the next several days, I found myself settling into a strange rhythm—one shaped entirely by the three kings hovering over me like anxious shadows.It was all to make sure Fenric hadn't caused any lasting harm during the full moon.No matter how many times I told them I felt perfectly fine, they fussed over every bruise, every wince, every moment I grew too quiet.Brammon brewed remedies, hearty broths, and, of course, his draughts, insisting I drink them even when I protested that I was well.Fenric, meanwhile, seemed determined to make amends in his own way. Every time he returned from the military camp, he brought me rare mountain fruits said to hasten recovery. Then he would sit across from me and watch until I'd eaten every last one.As for Rhydan, his concern was quieter.Winter had settled over Blackreach in earnest, and heavy snow blanketed the fortress day after day. The ancient stone walls held firm against the wind, but the cold still found its way into every
ANWEN'S POVI pressed my lips together, unable to answer.I was torn cleanly down the middle between telling Brammon the truth and clinging to my lie. If I admitted where I'd really been headed, any chance of sneaking into the hidden library to read about the Radiants would disappear.The problem was that I was dealing with a Scion. A king.They were gifted with impossible strength, towering height, unnerving beauty, and powers far beyond anything humans possessed.Apparently, they were infuriatingly perceptive too.I bit back a curse. It was horribly unfair."Well?" Brammon prompted.His voice remained calm, but there was no mistaking the expectation behind it.I needed to think. Quickly.Perhaps the best lie was one woven around the truth.If I admitted part of it, maybe I could satisfy him before he peeled me open completely.I let out a long, defeated sigh and allowed my body to sag in his grip."Fine," I muttered. "I'll tell you."Something in Brammon immediately relaxed.Whether
ANWEN'S POVI remained sitting upright against the headboard, my breathing still uneven as the name echoed through my mind like a bell struck too hard."Azara."I whispered it again, softer this time, testing how it felt on my tongue.It felt strangely familiar, enough to make my skin prickle. I could have sworn I'd heard it before—perhaps in passing, perhaps in a book, perhaps whispered somewhere I'd paid no attention to at the time.I squeezed my eyes shut and searched my memory, following the thread wherever it led.At first, there was nothing but fragments of the dream—the layered voices, the woman's gentle smile beneath the ancient fir tree, the soft glow surrounding her.Then, little by little, another memory began to surface.Liberation Night. The celebration that fell on my birthday.The very same night the last Radiant had been killed.My eyes flew open.That was where I'd heard the name.The traveling troupe had performed the tale of the Scions' rebellion against the Radiant
ANWEN'S POVI found myself lying on the forest floor, the cold earth pressed against my back and the scent of moss lingering in the air.For several heartbeats, I had no idea how I had gotten there. My mind was shrouded in fog, as though I had been asleep for a very long time. I lay still, listening to the whisper of leaves overhead and the distant song of birds.Then my memories returned in fragments.Fenric—lost to the full moon's spell, chains broken, wild. Myself, claimed against the oak tree.The last thing I remembered was succumbing to exhaustion as Fenric knotted me, his warm release spilling endlessly inside me.Slowly, I pushed myself upright."Fenric?" My voice drifted through the trees.No answer.I frowned. Had he abandoned me here after everything that had happened?Unlikely.Fenric could be insufferable, but he didn't strike me as someone capable of leaving me alone—even when I pushed him away, let alone in the middle of the woods.I rose to my feet, brushing the dirt f
RHYDAN'S POVBrammon and I stormed out of Blackreach the moment Wells delivered the message. We didn't even bother putting on shirts. We just moved, already bracing ourselves for whatever news Corbin had dragged himself here to deliver.Fenric caught up with us on the spiral staircase, his heavy footsteps echoing behind ours. Without a word, the three of us descended together.We passed through the fortress gates and headed straight for the heart of the labyrinth, where Corbin was waiting. He stood in the middle of the clearing, brushing black feathers from his shoulder, his expression an odd mix of amusement and confusion."What the hell is all this?" he asked, sweeping an arm at our surroundings. "For a moment, I wasn't sure this was still the Minotaur King's labyrinth."I followed the gesture, though I already knew exactly what he meant.This was the first time Brammon had allowed anyone into this part of the labyrinth since construction began.Even knowing what he'd been building
RHYDAN'S POVThe chair creaked softly as I shifted my weight, the sound barely registering over Brammon's relentless pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, his boots striking the stone floor like a war drum."Sit down," I hissed. "You're wearing a groove in the floor."Brammon ignored me. His hands flexed at his sides, opening and closing into fists. "It's been almost two hours," he fumed.I kept my posture relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the chair, my legs stretched out before me. It was a lie. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, thrumming with tension I refused to let show.My gaze drifted to the bed. The sheets were still tangled from the night before. I could still smell her on the linens—that familiar blend of fruity and floral sweetness that was unmistakably Anwen.I closed my eyes, and the memory surged unbidden, hot and vivid.She'd been lying between us, Brammon and me, her body limp and sated, her breath coming in soft, satisfied sighs. Her skin had been flus
ANWEN'S POVI couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Rhydan.My breath caught in my throat, and every muscle in my body locked, as if bracing for whatever came next.But instead of exploding, Rhydan exhaled—a long, controlled breath, like he was forcing a storm bac
ANWEN'S POVI woke with a shiver, pain lancing through my side like fire as darkness pressed in on all sides. For a moment, my mind betrayed me, dragging me back into the cramped, suffocating wagon compartment, the stench of fish and rotting wood clinging to my senses as sharply as ever.Then some
ANWEN'S POV“What do we have hiding in here?”His eyes pinned me as if he could peel back my skin and see the truth beneath. Then his hands closed around my shoulders—hard, immovable. Strong. The kind that could crush bone without trying.I kept my head down.I nearly yelped when his grip tightened
ANWEN’S POVArlo was already moving around the room, grabbing things—my thick scarf, the small pouch of medicinal herbs for my fever and cough, an extra pair of socks. He stuffed them into a rough sack with hurried hands.“Where are we going?” I asked, pushing the blankets aside and climbing to my







