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Blood Ties And Silk Chains Splinter
Ines skimmed the report twice, lips pressed thin. She was alone in the security hub, the glow of monitors painting her face pale.One line burned: Filed for sole custody. The digital fingerprint was clean, quiet, and professional. Someone competent had buried the trail. But not from her. Never from her.The cursor blinked at her, patient, waiting for her next move.Behind her, Bram’s heavy footsteps. “Did you find something?”Ines snapped the screen dark. “Routine sweep.”Bram frowned, scratching his jaw. “Routine doesn’t make you flinch.”Her shoulders straightened. “And paranoia doesn’t make you wrong, Calder. Go back to your rounds.”He lingered. “Varian trusts you to tell him everything.”Her jaw clenched. “That’s the problem.”Later, in the kitchen, Liora leaned over a kettle, steam curling around her face. Ines stepped in, closing the door softly.“You’ve filed something,” Ines said.The spoon slipped from Liora’s hand, clattering. “You’ve been watching me.”“It’s my job.” Ines
Blood Ties And Silk Chains Paper Blades
The attorney’s office was discreet, marble floors swallowing footsteps, windows shaded against curious eyes.Marius Leth stood as Liora entered, his suit precise, his gaze sharper than the silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.“You understand what you’re asking for,” he said, after she explained. “Sole custody, filed quietly. Not contested—yet.”Her fingers curled around the leather strap of her bag. “I can’t let him use Wren as leverage. Not against me. Not against her.”“Then you must be ready for war,” Leth said simply. “This man… Varian. He doesn’t strike me as the type who yields.”Liora’s throat tightened. “He yields—to Wren. That’s all that matters.”“And to you?” Leth asked.Her silence was its own confession.Back at the penthouse, the storm hadn’t cleared. Varian paced the study, jacket discarded, tie loosened. When she walked in, his eyes flicked to her immediately, narrowing.“You were gone,” he said.“I had errands.”“Errands,” he repeated, testing the word like it t
Blood Ties And Silk Chains Broken Lines
The clock struck seven.Miss Pei tucked Wren into bed, a soft glow spilling from the cracked door. Liora lingered in the hallway, listening as her daughter whispered about kites and stars, the kind of wishes children thought the night sky was big enough to hold.In the study, Varian shut his laptop with a decisive snap. He looked at the clock, then at Liora.“Done,” he said simply.She didn’t hide her surprise. “Just like that?”“You made the rule. I’m respecting it.”Liora tilted her head, suspicion sharpening her gaze. “You don’t strike me as the type who respects rules.”His mouth curved slightly, not a smile exactly. “I respect yours. For tonight.”Later, when the house stilled, Liora padded to the kitchen for water. Varian was already there, sleeves rolled, whiskey in hand, ice clicking against crystal.“You’re still up,” she murmured.“I don’t sleep easy.” His eyes flicked to hers. “Neither do you.”She looked away too quickly. “Old habits.”“Habits born from running,” he said,
Blood Ties And Silk Chains Curfews
Dinner ended in laughter—the small, startling kind that cracked through the constant weight of guards and sirens. Wren had eaten two helpings of noodles, blanket draped like a cape, before yawning so wide it made Miss Pei laugh softly.“Time for bed,” Pei said.Wren nodded, leaning against her. “Can we finish the kite tomorrow?”“Tomorrow,” Pei promised.Varian watched them disappear down the hall. His gaze lingered until the last trace of Wren’s small figure vanished. Only then did he pick up his glass.“You’re staring,” Liora said quietly.“I’m planning,” Varian corrected.“That’s the problem.”His eyes slid to hers. “Explain.”She set her napkin down with deliberate calm. “No meetings. No ‘business’ after seven p.m. Not in the penthouse. Not near her room. Not within earshot.”Varian arched a brow. “You’re setting curfews now?”“I’m setting boundaries. She needs to believe this place is safe. Not a war room.”“It is a war room.”“It doesn’t have to look like one.” Liora’s voice was
Blood Ties And Silk Chains Miss Pei
The orchids remained, wilting in their vase, when the next upheaval arrived.Ines announced it over breakfast, sliding a folder across the table. “Your hire has arrived. Waiting in the east lounge.”Liora frowned. “Hire?”Varian set his coffee down. “Wren needs structure. Lessons. A normal rhythm.”“She just came through surgery. She needs rest, not tutors.”“She needs both,” Varian countered, already rising. “Come.”The east lounge smelt faintly of polished wood and fresh linen. A woman stood near the windows, her posture straight but her smile warm. She wore simple navy slacks, hair pinned neatly, glasses balanced on her nose. She looked like a teacher, not a soldier—until Liora noticed the stance. Weight evenly distributed, hands free, eyes scanning the exits even as she beamed.“Miss Pei,” Varian introduced. “Your tutor.”Liora bristled. “Our daughter’s tutor, you mean.”The woman inclined her head, unruffled. “I specialize in early education—literature, numeracy, languages. I als
Blood Ties And Silk Chains White Orchids
The knock wasn’t timid. It echoed against steel and glass, far too deliberate to be a mistake.Ines opened the penthouse door a crack, then stiffened. She didn’t move to block the man waiting on the threshold: slick black suit, polished shoes, hands empty except for a pristine bouquet of white orchids.“Delivery,” he said smoothly. “For the lady of the house.”Varian appeared behind Ines before she could answer. “Step inside.”The emissary obeyed without hesitation, walking like a man rehearsed to meet his death if necessary. He extended the orchids toward Liora, who stood frozen near the sofa.“From the Marcellis,” the man said. His voice was silk, but his smile was thin. “Our condolences. For future losses.”The silence that followed cracked like glass.Varian didn’t reach for the flowers. He didn’t blink. His voice dropped low, calm, and lethal. “Ines. Strip him.”The emissary raised his hands, unruffled, as Ines’s guards swept him for wires, blades, and bugs. Nothing. Just the flo
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