Chapter: EPILOGUE: JUICE BOXES AND GUN HOLSTERSA Few Weeks Later – Light Shared POV, Through Amelia's Lens"Kirill, if you growl at the unicorn one more time, Elizabeta's gonna put glitter in your boots. Again." The former enforcer didn't even dignify that with a reply. Just narrowed his eyes at the child perched on the table, wielding a glue stick like a grenade. Amelia, sleeves rolled to her elbows, flipped another pancake with the skill and grace of someone who had not, in fact, been allowed near the stove for s
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Chapter: ASHES SETTLE WHERE THEY'RE MEANT TOThat NightDmitri's PoV The wind had settled by evening. Snow still drifted along the eaves, but not with purpose. Just the soft spill of nature forgetting its violence. The glass in the windows no longer rattled. The wolves hadn't barked or howled in over an hour. For once, nothing tried to break through. He sat at the end of the long hall, one hand wrapped loosely around a glass he hadn't touched. The chair beneath him creaked with the weight of his stillness. The house was finally quiet.
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Chapter: YOU'LL STAY. IF YOU WANTThe Next MorningAmelia's PoV The dacha didn't sleep. Not really. Too many walls had memory. Too many boots on the floor at odd hours. And in the silence that came after violence, everything echoed louder—creaking beams, murmured Russian, the soft metallic clink of weapons being reloaded somewhere out of sight. The quiet that doesn't soothe. It hums beneath the skin. Amelia hadn't changed out of the flannel shirt since last night. It still smelled like pine smoke and something acrid, like metal. Her palms bore the faint
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Chapter: THE BETRAYAL AND THE BOMBThat NightAmelia's PoV The dacha felt different. Not colder. Not louder. Just... tighter. Like the walls had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale. Pipes ticked softly somewhere deep in the walls, the kind of noise that mimicked comfort but carried the hum of surveillance. The kind of heat that pressed instead of soothed. Amelia lingered at the top of the stairs, cardigan wrapped tight around her like it could hold the unease in. Elizabeta's room behind her was finally quiet. No more restless tosses. No mor
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Chapter: THE BRATVA DOESN'T DO BOARD GAMESLater That NightDmitri's PoVThe storm had cut the power just after sundown.No warning. No flicker. Just silence, then dark. The kind that swallowed edges and warped distance, softening even the stone walls he trusted more than people.A lesser man might've cursed. Dmitri Volkov simply lit a match.The emergency generators were holding the perimeter. He knew thi
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Chapter: CONSTIPATED DEATH STARES & CRAYONSThe Next MorningAmelia's PoVThe house was quiet. Not the warm kind of quiet—like toast popping or cartoons humming low in the background. No, this was the sort that settled in like fog on a lake. Heavy. Slow. Watchful.Amelia padded through the hallway in borrowed socks, the floor cold even through the thick wool. The house had radiant heat, apparently, but it hadn't reached whatever wing she was sleeping in. Probably punishment for making too many jokes at the dinner table. Or for calling one of the wolfish guards "The Rock if he had regrets."
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