Chapter 60

Draven’s POV

I had just left my office, bound for Maeve’s chamber, when Ronan and Galen blasted into my mind in a frantic torrent. Their panic was all I registered before a single thought surged through me: Ivy was in danger. Fuck. I couldn’t think straight. I veered off course, abandoning Maeve’s wing, and sprinted toward Ivy’s chamber at the far end of the castle.

Before I rounded the corner, the acrid stench of smoke hit me, along with flickers of orange through the corridor’s arches. My heart lurched as I raced on. Dorian and Tyler were already fighting the blaze, buckets and blankets in hand. I barreled into Ivy’s wide chamber—every surface was either alight or smoldering in ash.

My pulse hammered, and I scanned desperately for her. There she lay, motionless on the scorched floor, her skin smeared