Chapter 75 The Knife's Edge

• The fortress never slept.
• Even when the council chamber emptied, the Moretti estate throbbed with life guards patrolling the iron corridors, murmured conversations drifting through the vents, the faint scrape of boots against marble like whispers of ghosts.
• Raven should have felt safe behind the locked steel of her temporary room, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The words she had overheard looped in her head, every syllable sharper than the knife she’d once held in that alley.