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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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KNOX

She had paint under her fingernails.

Not the shop paint — this was something else, something she'd done since the preschool, some project she'd started when the kids were finally asleep and she'd needed to do something with her hands. I noticed it when I sat down across from her on the warehouse curb and she put her hands flat on her knees.

The nails on her right hand were slightly elongated. Just slightly. Enough.

"Your wolf came out," I said.

"I don't have a wolf."

I looked at her hands.

She looked at her hands.

Grayson was fifteen feet away with both twins, producing snacks from some bag he'd apparently brought as a matter of policy — juice boxes and granola bars and what appeared to be emergency fruit snacks. Hunter was eating with the focused efficiency of a child who has had an adventure and is now recharging. Luna was explaining something to Grayson in detail, using her hands.

I told Riley about her mother.

Not everything — I didn't have everything yet, I was still filling in the picture — but the shape of it. The dormant omega line that would've looked completely normal in any genetic profile, that would've read as human to anyone who didn't know what to look for. The mating mark that had kept the bond alive across the rejection, accelerating the dormant DNA, working on her biology for five years in the direction of what she was always supposed to be. The twins, who shifted at four, which only happened with true Alpha blood and a completed mate bond.

She listened.

She didn't interrupt.

When I finished she was quiet for a moment, and then she said: "My whole life I was told I wasn't real. That I didn't belong."

I held her gaze. "You were always real. The bond knew before either of us did. That's why it couldn't die."

She didn't respond to that. She was processing — I could see it, the thing she does where she takes in something large and goes very still with it, the way she goes still in the shop when she's working out a design in her head before she puts brush to tank. I let her have it.

The twins fell asleep against each other in her lap. Gradually, then completely, the way kids fall asleep — all at once and then just out.

We went back to her apartment.

That night she didn't tell me to go upstairs. She didn't say anything about it at all. I put the twins to bed — Hunter first, then Luna, both of them barely waking to have shoes removed and blankets arranged — and came back to the living room to find Riley on the couch with her legs pulled up and her coffee going cold and something thoughtful and tired in her face.

I sat at the other end.

We didn't talk. The television wasn't on. The apartment had that particular late-night quiet of a place where children are asleep and the adults are too tired to do anything except exist in the same space.

I was aware of the countdown. Three days. Then two, after tonight. The arrangement ending and what came after it, which I still didn't know, which was the thing I'd been trying not to think about directly because thinking about it directly made the alternative — her deciding this was over, that the sixty days had run their course and I'd had my time — into something I couldn't afford to contemplate while keeping myself functional.

Riley fell asleep sitting up.

I watched it happen the way I always watched things happening to her — with the particular attention of someone who'd been starved for the sight of her for five years and still, three weeks in, hadn't entirely gotten used to having it back. Her head tipped slightly to the left, her breathing evened out, and she was just — gone, the way she'd always been able to sleep anywhere when she was truly exhausted.

I got a cushion from the other end of the couch and slid it gently under her head. She didn't wake. I moved to the floor below the couch and sat there for a while, and then lay down, and somewhere around four in the morning I went to sleep myself with one hand still up near the cushion.

She was sitting up when I woke. Looking at me.

I looked back up at her.

Neither of us said anything.

She didn't look away.

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