Keith

The envelope sits on my desk like it carries a curse. Thick ivory cardstock, royal seal pressed so deep the gold wax looks like it’s bleeding. I don’t touch it. Not yet. Touching it would mean acknowledging it, and acknowledging it would mean accepting what it implies—Camille thinks he can summon me.

Like a dog. Like I haven’t already seen what he truly is.

Jace drops it in front of me anyway. “It’s addressed to you,” he says.

I stare at the seal again. My fingers twitch. My beast rumbles beneath my skin, pacing, snarling, claws scraping at my insides. He wants blood. Royal blood.

He wants Camille.

Because...