Moira's POV

The Sapphire Suite door slams shut behind Cain with enough force to rattle the crystal windows. I sink against the silk wallpaper, my hands shaking as his fury lingers in the air like smoke.

'Tomorrow. The ceremony is tomorrow, and I still haven't figured out how to escape.'

Three days have passed since I agreed to consider his proposal. Three days of carefully balancing defiance with compliance, buying time I desperately hoped would ...