The moment the door closed behind her mother, Yueshuang moved to the window, her hands gripping the frame so tightly her knuckles went white.
The letter hadn't been sent and her mother had intercepted it. Which meant no hawk was flying to the Crimson Howl Clan. No antidote was coming... No help would arrive.
Lian was going to die.
The bond in her chest pulsed weakly, each beat fainter than the last, confirming what she already feared. Time was running out, not in days, but in hours.
She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, despair threatening to overwhelm her. She had tried everything, arguing with her father, attempting to send word to the Crimson Howl Clan, playing the dutiful daughter while plotting rebellion.
And it had all failed.
Unless...
Yueshuang's eyes snapped open, a desperate, terrible idea forming in her mind.
