Chapter 138

• Aysel's POV
• Without another word, I stepped into the rain, letting it soak me, washing away the hesitations clinging to my skin. My senses sharpened. My wolf's nose led me as surely as my eyes, drawing me to the place Anna had named.
• The Estate's side wing loomed through the sheets of rain. Raya used to sit by the second-floor windows there, bow in hand, her music filling the garden. Then the gardener died, and the wing was sealed. But Anna had changed her mind. I know clearly her plan had evolved: she wanted Magnus to find me, to strike, to feel the torment when the toxins fade.