Chapter 22

Morning light spilled through the high-arched windows of Velthorne Keep, gilding the halls in deceptive warmth. The golden glow softened the edges of stone and steel, painting a picture of serenity that did not exist.

No amount of sunlight could thaw the ice creeping through my veins.

Queen Evandra.

The revelation lingered in my mind, a slow-burning fuse. Lillian had risked everything to bring me this information, and now the weight of it pressed against my ribs. If the Queen had truly been orchestrating the whispers surrounding me, then I was more vulnerable than I had ever realized.

I needed to be careful. I needed to be smart.

Julian paced the length of my chamber, his usual smirk absent. He was rarely ever still, but this was different. He wasn't moving out of impatience. He was thinking, calculating.

"If my mother is involved in this," he muttered, "then we're all playing a much deadlier game than we thought."