Tessa

The mausoleum doors slam against the stone wall as I burst inside, breath burning my lungs, heart pounding like it’s trying to claw its way out of my chest. The air is cold and heavy, thick with the scent of old magic and polished stone—but underneath it is something worse.

Fear. Rage. Shock.

Three scents tangled together.

Keith’s. Jace’s. And now mine.

My wolf is already up, ears pinned forward. Something’s wrong, she growls, pacing beneath my skin. Something is very, very wrong.

I know.

I knew the moment I saw Keith sprint out of the palace earlier, jaw clenched, eyes wild like he’d seen a ghost—or like he...