LOGINLysander's POVI came out of the shower still toweling off my hair when I saw Seraphina sitting on the edge of the bed, my phone in her hand, watching me the way a cat watches something it's already decided to catch."Who's Nerissa," she said, "to be calling you at this hour."I stopped mid-step. "What?""Your phone rang. I answered it." She said it plain, like there was nothing strange about it at all. "You answered my phone.""It was buzzing on the nightstand while you were in the shower. I didn't think that was a crime." Her eyes stayed on my face, watching close. "Is it?""No. It's just." I set the towel down, buying myself a second I didn't really have. "Unexpected.""Is it." She said it flat, not really a question. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looked a lot less unexpected than you're pretending. She had your number Lysander. Not the office line. This one.""That doesn't mean anything.""Doesn't it?" She set the phone down on the bed beside her, careful, like she wanted m
Nerissa's POVI sat there for a long time before I picked up the phone.I told myself I was just deciding how to say it. Where to start. How much to give him at once and how much to hold back for later. That was the sensible reason, the one I could say out loud if anyone asked.I dialed before I could talk myself out of it.It rang twice. Then a click, and a voice that wasn't his."Hello?"I froze for half a second, phone pressed hard against my ear."Who's calling?" Seraphina said, when I didn't answer fast enough.I almost hung up. I should have hung up. Instead I sat there and said nothing long enough that she filled the silence herself."Nerissa." She said my name slow, like she was tasting it. "I'd know that little pause anywhere.""Where's Lysander.""In the shower. His phone kept buzzing, so I answered it." A pause, and I could hear something shift in her voice, curiosity sharpening into something else. "Imagine my surprise.""Tell him I called. I'll try again later.""Oh, I do
Nerissa's POVNicholas found me in the kitchen before I'd finished my coffee, hair sticking up on one side, dragging his blanket behind him like it still counted as pajamas."You're up early," I said."Nicole snores.""She does not.""She does." He climbed onto the stool next to me, blanket and all. "Can I have pancakes?""Ask the chef nicely and maybe."He slid off the stool and padded toward the kitchen door, already forgetting he was supposed to be quiet about it, and for a minute I just sat there and let myself enjoy every moment of it.The minute didn't last long.Rousseau's office called at nine to confirm the meeting, and by ten I was sitting across from him in a me small room off the Rue du Marché, no sign on the door, one lamp burning even though the sun was already up outside."You look like you haven't slept," he said, by way of greeting."I haven't. Get to the part where you tell me why."He didn't smile at that, which told me more than the words would have. He slid a sing
Nerissa's POVI didn't sleep much. I kept waking up every hour, checking my phone, half expecting a headline to already be sitting there waiting for me.By six, I gave it up.The twins were still asleep when I passed their doors, so I let them be and went down to the kitchen instead, where Priya was already sitting at the counter with two cups of coffee and a face that told me the morning wasn't going to start easy."You didn't sleep either," I said."Neither did you, from the look of it." She slid one of the cups toward me. "I have an update. You're not going to like it.""When do I ever.""The photographer. His name's Devereux. Freelance, like he said, works for whoever pays him that week." She turned her tablet around so I could see it. "We got his memory card last night. What we didn't get was his phone.""His phone.""He'd already sent two shots to a photo agency in London before Marcus ever knocked on his window. Standard practice for guys like him. Snap it, upload it, sell it t
Nerissa's POVI stood at the top of the stairs with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to Priya breathe on the other end while security moved."Marcus is at the gate now," she said. "Two more coming up the back road.""Tell them not to approach alone.""Already told them."Lucien came up the stairs two at a time, his own phone still in his hand, jacket thrown on over his undone shirt. "I'm going down there.""No, you're not.""Nerissa.""You're staying in this house." I kept my voice low, even though the twins were asleep two doors down and wouldn't hear a whisper through a closed door. "If something's actually wrong out there, I don't need you standing in the middle of it. I need you here."He didn't like it. I watched him not like it for a full three seconds before he nodded once and stayed put.My phone buzzed again. Priya."Talk to me," I said."Marcus has eyes on the car." A pause, and something in her voice shifted, lighter now, less careful. "Nerissa, it's not what we though
Nerissa's POVThe house was quiet by the time Lysander's car pulled out of the drive. I stood at the window a minute, watching the taillights fade past the gate, and let myself breathe for the first time in what felt like hours.All I could feel for him at this point was just pity.I checked on the twins before I did anything else.Nicole was curled on her side, one arm hanging off the bed, the shark book still open on her nightstand where she'd fallen asleep reading it again. I closed it, marked her page with the ribbon, and pulled the blanket back up over her shoulder.Nicholas had kicked his off completely. I fixed that too, tucking it around him the way he liked it even though he'd never admit that out loud.I stood there a minute longer than I needed to, listening to them breathe.Lucien was in the study when I came down. Tie gone, sleeves rolled up, a glass in his hand he hadn't touched."He's gone," Lucien said. Not a question."He's gone.""How'd it go?""About how you'd expec







