MasukCHAPTER EIGHTY-SIXCHRISTINAThe shower shut off, and a few moments later Marcel stepped out, towel low on his hips, water still sliding down the hard ridges of his chest. His hair was wet, dark strands sticking to his forehead, he stopped dead when he saw me.I was sitting right on the edge of the bed, completely naked, legs crossed loosely, watching him.“Christina,” he said, voice rough with disapproval. “What the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting, put some clothes on, you might catch a cold”He shook his head and turned toward the closet, muttering something about the doctor’s orders and me being impossible. I watched the muscles in his back flex as he reached for one of my nightgowns.I couldn’t wait anymore.I stood up quietly and moved behind him. My fingertips brushed along the warm, damp skin of his back, tracing the deep lines of muscle that shifted under my touch as he went completely still.“Christina…” His voice was a warning, but it cracked at the end
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVECHRISTINA"You need to bathe and eat before you see anyone," Marcel said."You need to bathe too," I told him. "You stink."He looked at me for a second like he was going to argue and then he laughed, this real, unguarded laugh that I hadn't heard in so long it made my chest hurt in the best way."Fine," he said. "Then we'll bathe together."Before I could say a single word he scooped me up off the bed and I let out a surprised sound that was somewhere between a shriek and a laugh as he carried me down the hallway toward our room.The words settled over me like something warm. It was our room and I wasn't stucked with Maxwell.Marcel set me down on the edge of the tub and started running the water, testing the temperature with his hand before adjusting it, doing it carefully the way he did most things when it came to me.When he turned back, he helped me take off my clothes slowly, like he had all the time in the world, like there was nothing else he needed to be d
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOURCHRISTINAThe first thing I felt was sound.Everything was too loud and too close, pressing against my skull from the inside out. Voices, footsteps, the rustle of fabric, my own breathing, ragged and uneven, all of it felt enormous and wrong, like someone had turned the volume up on the entire world while I was sleeping.I tried to move but nothing responded.My body felt like it belonged to someone else, heavy and distant, and the effort of trying to lift even one finger sent a wave of exhaustion crashing through me so hard that the sound went away again.Darkness.Then light.Blurry at first. Shapes that didn't make sense, edges that wouldn't hold still.And then one of the shapes moved and I recognized it.Marcel.He was limping, moving toward me, and something about the way he was walking made my chest hurt. I needed to tell him to stop, to sit down, to not walk on whatever was hurting him.I opened my mouth and yet othing came out.I tried again and got dark
Chapter 83Christina pov"Go to sleep."Esmeralda said it the way you would say breathe to someone who had forgotten how to, she was gentle and firm at the same time, leaving no room for argument.I blinked at her, through the small high window in her room I could see the sky had turned that pale grey-blue that comes just before proper morning. We had talked the whole night through without either of us noticing."It's already morning," I said."Which is exactly why you need to sleep." She stood up from her chair, slower than she had sat down, and moved toward the door. "You'll be going back to your mate soon. You need rest before that.""I can't go back to Maxwell's…""You won't." She said it simply, like it was already decided. "You'll sleep here, in my room, and I will handle how you get home." She looked at me over her shoulder. "You are not going back to Maxwell, not tonight, not ever again."Something loosened in my chest at that."Thank you," I said, and I meant it in more
Chapter 82CHRISTINA POVHiI had never heard my mother's name spoken the way Esmeralda said it.Esmeralda said Titania like it was something she had kept tucked close to her chest foryears, warm and a little painful.We were sitting across from each other in her small room off the main hall, a lot of gymcandles burned between us, the smoke curling upward in a thin line, unhurried, like it hadnowhere else to be."How did you meet her?" I asked.Esmeralda folded her hands in her lap and for a moment she just looked at the flame."I was young," she started."Younger than you, maybe and had only just come into my powers and I hadn't learned tohold them yet." She paused."Do you know what that's like? Having something inside you that's too big for your ownbody?"I thought of Marcel, of the bond, of things that moved through me before I understood them."I think so," I said.She nodded slowly."I was in the temple of gods. It was midday and the light was comingthrough the high wind
Chapter 81CHRISTINAThe soil was cool and damp between my fingers as I pressed another seedling into theground.It had been almost a week since Esmeralda had collapsed, and since I'd been allowed tomove freely around the pack grounds without Maxwell hovering over me like a shadow, and Iput the freedom into good use, it was better than being stuck with Maxwell.The freedom was strange, limited, yes, but still more than I'd had since he took me.I'd gotten to know some of the pack members during that time, wolves who smiled at me inthe mornings, who didn't seem to know or care that I wasn't here by choice.Nora was kneeling beside me now, her hands working quickly as she planted a row of whiteflowers along the garden's edge while Larissa was on my other side, humming softly toherself as she worked.They were kind and patient, they'd taught me which flowers needed more water and whichones preferred shade, and they never asked questions I didn't want to answer."That's the last on







