Mag-log inElenaKade decided within a day that Rurik couldn't remain a loose thread any longer — not with something larger gathering beyond the northern pass, not with limited time to prepare for a threat neither of us fully understood yet. "Whatever Selene intended by using him as a rehearsal," he said, pacing his study the morning after Tamsin's confession, "he's still a man with real forces and a real grudge. I won't march toward an unknown threat with an active war at my back.""So what's the plan?" I asked."I end it. Directly. Not with more scouts testing borders, not with more fires at watchtowers. I take the fight to him, on his territory, and I make sure there's no ambiguity left about how this concludes.""That's what got your father killed," I said carefully. "Direct confrontation, believing he could control the outcome.""My father walked into a negotiation believing in mercy," Kade said. "I'm not walking into one at all. I'm walking in with enough force that mercy won't be a decisi
ElenaHer name was Tamsin, I learned, which felt strange to know only now, after weeks of her quietly moving through the edges of my life — bringing books to my room, refilling the sharp cheese in the kitchen stores, standing nervously in the archive room the night everything changed. I'd never once considered her a threat. That, I was beginning to understand, had been exactly the point.She didn't deny it when Kade laid the evidence in front of her — a schedule that placed her near the ward mechanisms hours before the attack, a discrepancy in her reported movements the night of the fire, small inconsistencies that Dorian's methodical work had finally stitched together into something undeniable."I didn't want to hurt anyone," she said instead, her hands twisting in her lap, none of the composure I'd have expected from someone capable of orchestrating what she'd orchestrated. "That's the truth, whatever else you believe about me.""You disabled the wards that let Rurik's forces inside
ElenaThe investigation into the southern gate took three days, and by the end of it, Dorian had narrowed the list of people with both the access and the knowledge to disable the wards down to a number small enough to feel almost worse than not knowing at all."Seven people," he said, laying out the names on Kade's desk like a hand of cards nobody wanted to be dealt. "Seven people in this entire compound who understood the ward mechanisms well enough to disable them without triggering an alarm. All seven have served this court for years. All seven, as far as I can determine, have no obvious connection to Rurik or the Ashfords.""Which means whoever did this hid that connection well," Kade said, studying the list with the particular grim focus he brought to every crisis now, sharper than it had been before the attack, like the fear of nearly losing me had stripped away whatever patience remained in him for uncertainty. "Or Selene reached them the same way she reached Elena's father. Pa
ElenaThe horn sounded just after midnight — not the single toll of the lockdown bell from months ago, but three sharp blasts in quick succession, a sound I hadn't heard before and instantly understood, in my bones, meant something far worse.Kade was already moving by the time I made it into the corridor, half-dressed, a sword I'd never seen him carry now strapped across his back, every trace of the careful, gentler version of him from the past weeks gone, replaced by something harder, faster, built entirely for the next several minutes."Rurik," he said, before I could ask. "Full assault, not scouts this time. He's hit the southern gate directly.""Selene said he was a distraction.""Distractions can still kill people, Elena." He caught my arm, steering me toward the same defensible inner chamber from the lockdown months earlier, except this time his grip carried an urgency that hadn't been there before. "Stay here. Dorian will guard the door. I mean that as an order, not a request.
ElenaI didn't mean to start pulling away. That was the strange, humiliating part of it — I didn't decide, consciously, to put distance between myself and Kade in the days after my father's confession. It simply happened, the way a bruise deepens after the initial impact, worse on the second day than the first.I noticed it in small refusals. Declining the evening walk he'd started suggesting most nights. Eating dinner in my own room instead of the hall, telling myself I needed the quiet, knowing it was really something closer to fear — not of him, but of how much of what I felt for him might have been anticipated, engineered, expected by a woman neither of us had ever met.Kade noticed too, of course. He noticed everything about me now, which had once felt like a gift and currently felt like an accusation I couldn't answer honestly."You've been avoiding me," he said, four days after the archive room, catching me in the corridor outside my quarters with the particular stillness of a
ElenaThey brought him in under guard, which felt almost absurd — my father, who'd never in his life needed an escort to walk anywhere, flanked by two of Kade's men like he was dangerous instead of simply small, the way he'd always been small, dressed up in the performance of a man who mattered.I hadn't seen him since the day I was handed over. Fourteen months, if the ledger's dates were right, since whatever payment had actually set this in motion. He looked older than I remembered, grayer, but the eyes were the same — quick, calculating, already searching the room for the angle that would get him out of whatever trouble he'd walked into."Elena." He said my name like we were meeting for coffee, like there wasn't a King standing three feet away with an expression that promised violence if the conversation went the wrong direction. "You look well. Better than I expected, honestly, given the circumstances.""Don't," I said. "Don't do the concerned-father voice. Not here. Not after wha







