Chapter 40: The Search
(Damien POV)
What was the meaning of that letter? was this some sort of prank to get a reaction from me.
No she not like the rest of them, she wouldn't do that so that meant this has to be real.
The war room smelled like old leather, dust, and the faint metallic tang of my own blood from where I'd dug my nails into my palms.
I stood at the head of the long oak table, map spread out under my hands, territory lines marked in red and black. The Kings were already here—Kieran pacing like a caged animal, Malakai sitting still as stone, Lucien leaning against the wall, shadows clinging to him like smoke.
I didn't look at them.
I looked at the map.
"Rogues," I said, voice flat. "The letter mentions territory lines. They want us to think it's them."
Kieran stopped pacing. "You sure it's not?"
I met his eyes. "It's not."
He didn't push. Good.
Malakai spoke next, voice low. "I felt the curse flare again. Faint. Moving north. Fast."
