Eira's pov
The note arrived just after dusk, slipped beneath my door. The wax seal cracked under my fingers,deep crimson, like fresh blood. I recognized the emblem immediately: a dagger entwined with a serpent. A symbol I hadn't seen in months. A reminder that the shadows had long arms, and they never forgot.
I unfolded the small parchment carefully. The message was simple, yet it struck through me like a cold blade:
"There is a way out. Meet me in the greenhouse at midnight."
I sat frozen, the note trembling slightly in my hand. A way out. The words echoed inside me, a strange mix of hope and fear twisting in my gut.
For nights I had wrestled with my own captivity. This place,Draven's world,was a gilded cage. The soft silks, the whispered promises, the sharp edges beneath every smile. I was his prisoner in every sense, even as he tried to convince me otherwise.
But escape? That was a different beast entirely.
