Failed Escape Attempt

I couldn’t stay.

That single thought had become a physical ache, worse than the Mate Fever. The little, dusty journal I had stolen from the archive was hidden under my mattress, but the words were burned into my mind: poisoning… Silver-Eye could heal... curse of the kill.

I now knew the truth: King Demetrius was dying, betrayed by his closest advisors. I was the only cure. But because Rhys Volkov had twisted the ancient prophecy, Demetrius saw me only as the final ...