Smoke leaked from beneath the ancestral vault door. Captain Rusk swore.

"Manual lock from inside."

Cassian looked at the hinges.

"Can we breach it?"

"Not without collapsing the frame."

I stepped forward. The black metal plate beside the door bore the same

The crown was heavier than it looked. That was my first thought when the chamberlain placed it in my hands. Not impossible to carry. Just impossible to forget. Three days had passed since the ancestral vault. Severin was in secure royal custody awaiting formal trial. Corvin Ashe

Ironwood looked smaller from a royal convoy. That annoyed me. The pack had not become smaller. I had simply stopped making myself fit inside it. We entered the same courtyard where Ronan had stepped out of an SUV with Mira on his arm. This time the crowd was