Betty's POV. 

Morning came too quickly, pulling me from restless dreams filled with iron bars and desperate threats.

I was barely dressed when the commotion started—raised voices near the main gates, the sound of horses, the organised chaos that meant important visitors had arrived unannounced.

My heart sank. 

After last night, unexpected guests could only mean trouble.

By the time I made it outside, Claire was already there, her face pale and tense. 

Damien stood at the centre of ...