Chapter 40: The Sister's Fury
Aeron opened the note.
One line, written in hurried, unfamiliar script:
They have a second assassin already inside the tower.
Tonight.
The bond flared. Sharp, cold, and furious.
Aeron crushed the note in his fist.
His eyes met Seren's.
"Get to the tower," he said quietly. "Now."
They moved in tight formation, boots striking the corridor in near-perfect unison. The bond between them thrummed with urgent warning, sharp, electric, pulling them forward even as the note in Aeron's fist burned like a live coal.
They had barely reached the spiral staircase when the same young guard who had delivered the message came sprinting back, face slick with sweat, eyes wide with fresh panic.
"Your Highnesses, another message!" He skidded to a halt, thrusting a second folded parchment toward them. This one was sealed with deep crimson wax imprinted with a delicate wolf's paw; the personal sigil of Princess Elowen.
