LOGINLYSSANDRA 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
ERDEN I was wearing a groove into the floor of my office.Back and forth, from the desk to the door, from the door to the window, my steps heavy enough that the wood complained under my boots. I could feel it in my chest, that tight, useless pressure that wanted to turn into something violent and reckless. Panic. Rage. Fear. None of it would help Lyssandra. None of it would get her back.I stopped short and turned toward the window, planting my palm flat against the glass. It was cool under my skin, just like Lyssandra’s skin pressed firmly against my chest had been thr last morning at her house. I leaned forward until my forehead almost touched it and forced myself to inhale slowly, then again, counting the seconds the way I had taught myself years ago when my control first started slipping.Losing my head was exactly what my father wanted.My reflection stared back at me, jaw clenched. I dragged my hand down my face and straightened, already knowing what I had to do even though
LYSSANDRA I don’t need him to introduce himself. I already know who he is.The resemblance is impossible to miss now that the light is fully on him, now that I’ve had time to steady my breathing and really look. All his children look like him. I’ve seen it before in Aksel’s brutal height, in the way Erden’s face can go frighteningly still when he’s angry, in Kavev’s eyes when he’s calculating something and pretending not to care. This man didn’t just pass on his genes, he stamped them onto his bloodline like a signature.Dominant doesn’t even begin to cover it.He straightens to his full height and I have to crane my neck back to keep eye contact, which irritates me more than it should. Aksel is tall, infuriatingly so, but Erden is taller still. This man, though, is something else entirely. A giant in the truest sense, broad-shouldered and solid in a way that suggests violence doesn’t cost him effort. I get the unsettling sense that he has never once in his life doubted his own
ERDENThe party ended sometime after twelve. Trent herded everyone to the door and closed it behind him.“Your father would have hated that crowd.” Trent muttered.I gave him a sideward glance, but my jaw locked tight. “You didn't even know the man.”Trent hadn't met my father, because by then, Akse
LYSSANDRAI looked up into dark eyes staring right into my soul, a head full of dark blonde hair, with full lips smiling down at me.I wasn't sure who this was, but whoever it was, he was hot. Hotter than a furnace on a hot summer day.I backed away, feeling Riley behind me. She was knocked into my
LYSSANDRAHe better not try pretending he didn't recognize me.I knew it as well as I knew my name that he knew exactly who I was.“Miss. Veyn? Did you skip our meeting earlier in hopes for a private one?”I waited until he was close enough to me. My next words were not for any other ears except our
LYSSANDRAI had been surprised many times before.I was surprised when I caught Arch and Cade together on my couch.But nothing compared to this moment.The next second, two men stepped into the elevator and they filled the space between Erden and me. Erden looked away, his jaw locked tight.Tighten







