Penelope’s POV

The door opened. Closed behind him with finality.

And I stood there, spine stiff, throat tight, the echo of his words slamming through my chest like a war drum.

Not about me.

About Daemon.

They weren’t going after the bed.

They were going after the throne.

But I stood there, unmoving.

And suddenly, the silence in the room felt ten times louder.

Daemon was gone.

I had no idea where.

No idea why.

Just then a shadow moved from the far corner of the room.

I spun ...