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Until now, Agape’s words were still so loud inside my head, it made me dizzy. Staying close to Cassian was the only way to stay alive.
Currently, every shadow felt like a threat, every silence carried the weight of something waiting to strike. I couldn’t stop wondering if this would ever end, if there would come a time when I could finally stop looking over my shoulder and live without fear.
The carriage wheels slowed as the gates of the North came into view, its massive iron structures bound with frost and old scars of battle. They towered like sentinels, every edge worn by years of storms and wars.
Through the small gap in the window curtain, I could see rows of soldiers standing on either side, their armor dark, their eyes following the carriage’s slow approach. Even from inside, I felt the weight of their stares pressing through the wood and iron. My chest tightened.
Was I just being anxious, or did they truly look at me differently? Can they even see me when I am inside the carriage?
I bit my lower lip, forcing myself to stay still.
Cassian must have sensed my unease. Without a word, he reached out and took my hand. His grip was steady, his palm warm despite the chill outside. Then, he guided me closer until my head rested against his shoulder.
“Breathe,” he said simply, his voice calm enough to ground me.
Before I could reply, he tilted his head and pressed a brief kiss to my forehead. It was not the kind of gesture I expected from him, not here, not now, but it was enough to silence the noise in my head.
“Don’t worry,” he said.
I nodded, even if my thoughts disagreed. His assurance helped, but not enough to drown out what Agape told me, the corrupted fae, the bloodlines, the threat that might already be hunting me.
And then there was the test. The one that would determine if I was a witch or not. This was supposed to clear my name, but I knew it was a trap that the Matron and Cassian’s enemies had set. Dread filled my stomach. It was coming.
As if on cue, the carriage rolled to a full stop. Cassian released my hand and stepped out first. The cold air rushed in through the open door. He stood tall against the gray morning, his cloak sweeping behind him like a shadow given form.
Then he turned and extended a hand toward me.
I hesitated only for a second before taking it. His hand was firm and anchoring. The moment my boots touched the ground, a thick silence rippled through the courtyard.
Dozens of soldiers watched. None of them spoke or made a sound. Their gazes followed every small
movement I made.
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The banners of the North swayed above them, black and crimson against the pale sky. The air was cold enough to sting, yet the heat of those stares felt heavier than any fire.
Cassian didn’t flinch under it. He stood beside me, expression unreadable, presence commanding enough to silence the faintest breath of gossip.
But I could still feel it, the shift, the tension crawling through the air like smoke. They must have already heard the rumor.
They were judging me. Weighing me. Trying to decide if I belonged here or if I was another target that they needed to kill.



Beside him was Lucas, his eyes scanning the crowd with the precision of someone who trusted nothing he couldn’t see. Just behind them stood Sivi, his hand resting on the hilt of her blade, ready for anything. And then there was Grace and the others.
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