Her fingers tightened in the coverlet.
This was no idle threat. Whoever dared to strike at Rhaegar had planned it carefully—had infiltrated the estate itself. That meant power, influence… and maybe... desperation.
And worst of all—she had heard it. All of it. She knew.
Her breath grew uneven. Should she warn him?
The thought rose instinctively—almost violently. But just as quickly, it faltered.
If she went to him now, every step she had taken to distance herself would collapse. Every eye already watching her would turn sharper, more suspicious.
Dorian was already wary of her behavior. Yvaine was already probing, watching her every step.
One wrong move—and not only would she be exposed—
Rhaegar might be implicated as well.
She closed her eyes tightly, struggling to calm the storm of thoughts inside her head.
No.
She could not act recklessly.
But neither could she do nothing.
