Cora Earlier that DayI didn’t want to cry. Especially not in front of Kingston, but as I stood in my living room, clutching Ethan’s hand like a lifeline, tears burned hot and merciless behind my eyes.Moments before, Ethan had looked at me with concern.“I can’t believe I’m actually asking you thi
KingstonI had never imagined myself standing in a boutique tucked inside a back alley of the werewolf quarter, cradling a small velvet box like it contained the moon itself.The jeweler, a stooped old human, had nodded when I told him what I wanted: something worthy of a woman who doesn’t know how
CoraThe ghost of Kingston’s scent still clung faintly to my skin, and I could recall it all vividly every time I closed my eyes. As I went about my morning, the echo of my wolf’s voice haunted me as well, fragile, tentative, and gone far too soon.I rushed through my routine in a haze, replaying he
CoraHis hands braced on either side of my shoulders. His eyes searched mine, not for permission—he’d already read the answer in every glance I gave him—but for confirmation that this was real. That I wanted this as much as he did.I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I’m not runni
“No,” she said icily. “I thought it would get you to finally show your hand.”The heat in my face turned to fire. “You didn’t win anything, Daisy. If you had to drug someone to get a confession, then you’ve already lost.”Kingston’s jaw was locked tight, his eyes still on me, stunned, and something
Cora“Ah, glad you both finally made it back!” Daisy squealed with mock-excitement we we stepped back into the dining room.I was clutching my bag’s straps hard enough to turn my knuckles white as I sat back down, holding back some retort.“You look... quaint,” Daisy said to me lightly, pouring wine
KingstonDaisy always had a way of showing up when I least wanted to see her.This time, it was outside my office, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed like she owned the damn place. Casual and calm, collected and cruel.I had just been thinking about how relieved Cora looked today when I
KingstonCora looked like hell.I’d been watching her all morning from my office door, pretending to read over quarterly forecasts while she typed at her desk.She wasn’t herself.Her posture was tense, and she hadn’t made eye contact with anyone. Not even with me.And that worried me.It wasn’t jus
CoraThe hospital’s sterile halls and beeping monitors had worn me down, but at least they were full of life and movement. I still had yet to pick up Riley from Rock’s place, and so when I returned home to my empty house, the halls around me were eerily silent. I shut the door behind me and sighed d