Adeline had no time to waste.
The revelation burned in her mind, setting every thought ablaze. She could fix this. She could bring them back.
Dimitri was inaccessible, buried within the depths of the Mage Tower. Cassian was entangled in his impending engagement to Annora. That left Benedict.
Benedict had not left the capital.
Good.
She clenched her fists, her body thrumming with purpose as she stormed toward the Northern Duke's estate. If there was even a chance—a single, fragile chance—that her holy powers could heal him, then she had to try. She had to undo the grip of forbidden magic that had stolen him from her.
She arrived at the grand estate early next morning, its towering walls casting imposing shadows beneath the sky. The guards at the front entrance immediately stiffened at the sight of her.