Chapter 45

The night after the exhibition attack felt like it stretched forever.

I sat by the window of my new room at the De Luca estate—my room now, apparently—wrapped in a thick robe, with the scent of lavender still clinging to my skin from the healing bath.

The moonlight bathed the room in silver, and I could see the guards pacing the perimeter outside, shadows flickering along the garden wall. Inside,