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Chapter Forty One — Stillness

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She was already there when he found her.

Third floor. Dye works district. A room that smelled of old chemicals and had two walls intact and one broken window. She was on the floor with her back against the wall and her eyes closed and she looked so completely exhausted that he crossed the room and sat beside her without a word.

She did not open her eyes.

He did not speak.

That was enough.

Outside Grimwall kept moving. Both worlds still sweeping the streets. Still looking. The dye works district
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    Marcus came through the door first.Tyra's hand went to Troy's arm before either of them spoke. Not fear. Reflex. The kind built over weeks of things coming through doors that were not good.Troy covered her hand with his briefly then let go.Marcus stopped in the middle of the room with the weight of someone who had history with the man across from him that neither of them wanted to perform in front of others."We are not here for Drak," he said.Rena came in behind him and closed the door and stood against the wall with her arms crossed and her decision already made."What did he trade," Tyra said."Two things," Rena said. "Your blood first. Controlled. Used for something we do not know yet." She held Tyra's gaze. "And your father's exact location. Delivered the moment Drak hands you over."Tyra pressed both palms flat against her thighs."When," she said."Forty eight hours," Marcus said. "When Aldrian arrives."She crossed to Damon without a word.He gave her the device before she

  • BENEATH THE CRIMSON MOON    Chapter Forty Three - Closer

    She woke up and he was still there.That was the first thing she noticed. Not the lamp still burning low. Not the locked door. Not the sound of Grimwall moving somewhere above them. Just Troy against the opposite wall with his eyes open and his wrapped hand resting on his knee and his gold eyes finding her face the moment she moved.Like he had been watching the door all night.Like he had not slept at all.She sat up.Looked at him.He looked back."How long," she said."Three hours," he said.She pressed her palms flat against the floor and felt the warmth sitting quietly in them and felt the absence of the urgency that had been driving everything since the warehouse wall and understood that three hours of stillness had done something to both of them that forty chapters of running had not been able to do.She looked at Troy properly.At the exhaustion in his face that he was not managing anymore because there was nobody to manage it for.At the wrapped hand.At the gold eyes that we

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    "I am not here to hurt you."Tyra and Troy looked at each other across the dark room.Neither of them moved.The voice had come from directly below. Male. Calm. The particular calm of someone who had chosen their words before speaking them and was prepared to wait as long as necessary for a response.Troy crossed to the broken window and looked down.She was beside him before he got there.A man stood in the empty street below. Alone. Hands open at his sides. Face angled up toward the window with the patience of someone who had been waiting longer than tonight.Troy went still."You know him," she said."His name is Damon," Troy said quietly. "He was Aldrian's closest ally inside the pack before he disappeared ten years ago."She looked at the man below.Felt her blood respond to him the way it responded to Clark. That low frequency recognition. Not wolf. Not vampire. Something that lived in the space between both worlds and had learned to survive there."He knows about my father," sh

  • BENEATH THE CRIMSON MOON    Chapter Forty One — Stillness

    She was already there when he found her.Third floor. Dye works district. A room that smelled of old chemicals and had two walls intact and one broken window. She was on the floor with her back against the wall and her eyes closed and she looked so completely exhausted that he crossed the room and sat beside her without a word.She did not open her eyes.He did not speak.That was enough.Outside Grimwall kept moving. Both worlds still sweeping the streets. Still looking. The dye works district would come eventually. Everything came eventually.But not yet.Her breathing slowed beside him and he knew the moment she fell asleep by the way the tension left her shoulders all at once like something she had been holding let go of her instead of the other way around.He pressed his wrapped hand against his knee.Felt the cut sting.Felt the absence where his pack bond had been.He was going to have to learn to live with that absence the way you learned to live with any missing thing. By sto

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