The Hidden Door

The argument with Demetrius had done what weeks of polite silence could not: it stripped away the last of my fragile hopes. He wasn't going to choose the Mate Bond. He had chosen his role, his fear, and the execution contract. He was fighting his own survival.

With the expedition set to leave at sunrise, I knew this was the last possible night to find proof. If I left the Citadel without knowing the truth about the silver, I was just a guide to my own grave.

He told me to get ...