LOGIN"I only married you to save your company, Lyssandra. You’re not even my type.” Those were the words my husband threw at me the night I caught him cheating with his male lover. Instead of apologizing, he conspired with his lover to poison, kill me, and take my company. He expected me to break down, and beg, but I only promised him revenge. Then Erden Kryne returned; the most feared man in the underworld, a man from my past, and my ex husband's worst nightmare. And when Cade finally comes begging, whispering, “I’m sorry, Lys. Please just give me my position back,” It’s already far too late.
View MoreLYSSANDRA By the time Cross decides we’re to start riding again, my body already feels like it has been wrung out and left to dry in the sun.The horse beneath me is massive, warm, and impatient, its muscles shifting restlessly as though it senses my unease and finds it amusing. My thighs burn from the first few rounds, a deep, throbbing ache that has nothing to do with weakness and everything to do with unfamiliar strain. I grit my teeth and adjust my grip on the reins, refusing to let Cross see how much effort it takes just to stay upright.He rides beside me with infuriating ease, straight-backed and relaxed, as though the saddle is an extension of his body rather than something perched atop a living, breathing creature. His horse responds to him instantly, every shift of weight met with obedience, and I hate him for it almost as much as I hate myself for noticing.“Again,” he says, his voice carrying easily across the open space. “Try not to embarrass yourself this time.”I gl
LYSSANDRA No one comes to my room for two days. Even Cross, and Cade stay away. I hear doors opening and closing somewhere beyond my walls, voices murmuring and then fading away, but none of them belong to anyone who intends to look me in the eye.The food appears when I’m not in the room. I notice the pattern on the second day, when I step out of the shower and find a tray already sitting on the small table by the wall. It hadn’t been there when I went in. There is no knock, no sound of a door opening or closing, no hint of another presence. Just warm food, arranged neatly, as if someone had been waiting for the sound of running water before daring to enter.It unsettles me more than outright cruelty would have.bAt least cruelty acknowledges that I exist.I pace the room until my steps wear invisible tracks into the floor, then I stop and go to the window again, pressing my palms against the cool glass between the iron bars. Outside, the land stretches wide and deceptively peacef
ERDENI send the picture of the house Lyssandra sent Riley to Edge with a single, sharp flick of my thumb, my jaw locked so tight it aches.It is the image Riley snapped and sent to Lyssandra before she went inside, the neat two-story house sitting quietly in a row of similar homes, unremarkable and deceptively ordinary. The kind of place no one looks twice at. The kind of place people disappear from.“This is where she went to meet Nyra,” I say into the phone, my voice low and controlled even though my pulse is hammering. “I don’t actually believe this is where Lyssandra is being held, but it’s the last confirmed location we have, so maybe it gives you a starting point.”There is a pause on the other end of the line, the faint sound of breathing, and then Edge exhales sharply through his teeth.“You’re right,” he says finally. “It’s too clean. Too obvious. Whoever planned this wanted to be seen.”“That’s my thought as well,” I reply, staring out the window as traffic moves below like
LYSSANDRA The knife comes down.I feel the weight of it in my hand, the promise of it, the sheer reckless hope that maybe I can end this before it truly begins. My muscles lock, my breath cuts short, and every nerve in my body screams as the blade connects with the back of Cross Kryne’s neck.And then, instead of a cry of pain, instead of the wet, sickening sound I am braced for, there is laughter.It is deep and rich and utterly wrong, spilling out of him like I have just told the most amusing joke he has heard all year.I go still while my arm remains raised, my grip still tight around the handle, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs that I can hear it in my ears. For one dizzy second, I wonder if I have finally lost my mind, if fear has cracked something inside me and I am hallucinating this sound.Slowly, dread pooling thick and heavy in my gut, I look down at my hands.There is no blood.There's no slick warmth coating my fingers, and no iron smell rising up to choke me. I
LYSSANDRA The door swings inward with a soft, almost polite creak, and for the briefest, most fragile second, my heart lifts stupidly in my chest.Nyra.The name dies before it ever reaches my lips.It isn’t my sister standing in the hallway. It isn’t her dark eyes or familiar posture or the way
LYSSANDRAI don’t sit back down. I refuse to. The moment Arch opens his mouth again, something feral rises in my chest, claws scraping against my ribs, demanding release. I plant my palms flat on the desk instead, leaning forward like I might lunge across it at any second.“I’m not talking to you,
LYSSANDRA I’m staring at my phone when it finally happens.Nyra’s name lights up my screen, and for a second I genuinely forget how to breathe. My fingers start shaking so badly that I almost drop the phone onto the bed. I have to sit down hard, knees weak, heart slamming against my ribs like it’
ERDENI left Lyssandra’s house without saying goodbye. No, it wasn't because I was angry, even though anger would have been easier to justify, but because I could feel the lie sitting between us like a third presence. Lyssandra might think she had me deceived, but she hadn’t denied it outright. S


















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