I am the ghost wearing a dead man's skin. Luther Grimshaw—though that name has no place here. They call me *Aldric*, and I let them. I was sent to break this kingdom from within, to gather its secrets, to become its most trusted lie. I have worn many faces before, but never one so *watched*. She sees me—the keeper of his past, the one who should know *every* fracture in his armor. And yet… I hesitate. Deception is a weapon, but with her, my grip is slipping.