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CHAPTER 361: SLA.SH OF KNIFE

EMBER’S POV

And this time, I don’t freeze.

Something in me has had enough – enough of things I don’t understand in this house, enough of cold wrong feelings I can’t name, enough of watching people I liked turn out to be exactly the thing/ my gut warned me about.

And I don’t just walk toward her. I turn my head toward the guard station at the top of the sub–level stairs, where I know Reyes is posted for the night, and I raise my voice.

“Reyes.” It cracks down the corridor. “Down here. Now. Bring Daxon.”

Marjorie’s head snaps up.

“What are you doing-”

“Making sure you can’t move them one more inch.” I’m already striding toward her, and behind me l hear boots, the heavy quick tread of guards responding to a summons, and Marjorie’s face in the shadow of the shawl goes from hunted to something harder, something cornered and furious.” You’ve had your chance to explain yourself to me, Marjorie. And you told me it wasn’t my business and disappeared into the dark. So we’re done with that. If you won’t tell me why you’re dragging unconscious women out of this house at night, then you’re not dragging them anywhere, and the guards are going to make sure of it.”

Reyes and Daxon come around the corner at a jog, and they pull up short at the sight of it – the hooded housekeeper, the limp girl in her arms, the second one crumpled on the floor of the passage – and I watch them clock the wrongness of it, watch their hands drift toward their sides.

“Lady Ember?” Reyes says carefully. “What’s-”

“Take the girls back inside.” My voice is flat and hard and does not waver. “Both of them. Back to the east wing, back to their beds, where they were before Marjorie decided to move them in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. And Marjorie doesn’t touch them again. Not tonight. Not until she can stand in front of me and the King and explain, in plain words, exactly what she’s been doing.”

“You have no right-” Marjorie’s voice comes out low and vicious now, all the warmth gone, and she actually steps between the guards and the fallen girl, blocking them, her body coiled and aggressive in a way I have never once seen from her. “These women are in my care. Mine. You don’t know what you’re doing. You are going to get them killed, you stupid, meddling-”

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CHAPTER 361 SLA SH OF KNIFE

“Killed?” I round on her. “You want to talk to me about getting them killed, while you’re the one

hauling them unconscious through service passages in a hood so nobody sees your face? You don’t get to threaten me with their safety, Marjorie, not while I’m watching you do this.” I nod at the guards. “Take them in. Now.”

Reyes moves for the girl on the floor, and Marjorie completely snaps.

She drops the girl in her arms heavily to the stones and lunges–not just to block him, but with a sudden, vicious flash of silver. She draws a knife from her robes, slashing it blindly at Reyes’s

chest.

“No! Don’t touch them!” Marjorie screams, the sound tearing out of her throat, high and genuinely hysterical. She swings again, wildly. “They are under my care! Don’t you touch them!”

Daxon moves faster than I can blink. He steps inside her guard, catching her wrist and twisting it

with brutal efficiency.

Marjorie shrieks as the knife clatters heavily to the stone floor, but she doesn’t stop fighting. She thrashes and kicks, snarling like a cornered animal while Daxon wrestles her against the damp wall, pinning her there.

With the housekeeper restrained, Reyes lifts the limp girl into his arms. The movement drags her cloak back, and my stomach plummets.

The girl is drenched in sweat, her skin flushed and radiating a violent fever. And right across her forearm is a jagged, actively bleeding slash. Fresh blood drips down her wrist, soaking into the

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