Chapter 28

• Finally, I was back in bed. Magnus had quietly withdrawn to his own room, leaving me alone with my tangled thoughts. The events of the night weighed heavily on my mind, demanding my attention.
• One undeniable truth stood out: what happened on my birthday was no spontaneous act of rebellion. It was a carefully orchestrated plan, meticulously executed. The shattering of the ballroom windows was more than just a moment of chaos; it was a message. The game had begun, and I was now an unwilling participant.
• First, it was clear that my necklace was a target. They knew of its power and were desperate to claim it. The thought that it couldn't be torn from my neck offered some comfort, but I couldn't shake the fear—what if I died? Would the necklace be theirs to take? I had a sinking suspicion it would be.