MasukSloane's POVThey wheeled him away at 07:52.I walked beside the gurney as far as the double doors, one bandaged hand on the rail, and Carl looked up at me with his mask fogging and his hair sticking up and said, very seriously, "Don't cry, Sloane.""I'm not crying.""You are. You've got the face.""This is my brave face.""It looks the same." He patted my hand. "I'll be okay. The big wolf said."I kissed his forehead. The nurse said something gentle, and the doors opened, and then the gurney was gone, and I was standing in an empty corridor with my arms hanging at my sides.Lucien's hand found the small of my back."Come and sit.""I can't.""Then walk. I'll walk with you."I walked.The waiting room was white and quiet, with a clock above the door and a row of plastic chairs nobody could stay in. Emma stood by the window. Nora brought tea that went cold in my hands. At 09:00, I counted the ceiling tiles. At 11:00, I stopped counting and only stared at the doors.Lucien never left me
Sloane's POVThey tried her at dawn, in the same chamber where we had tried her father.I sat at Lucien's right again, with both hands wrapped in white gauze and resting on my knees like two things I'd been asked to mind. I had refused the physician's painkillers. I wanted to be clear-headed for this.They brought Bella in without silver.That was Lucien's order. No chain, only two sentinels at her elbows and a plain grey dress from the infirmary. Her hands were bandaged like mine. Her hair had been cut short, ragged, where the fire had singed it. She walked down the aisle with her chin up, and somehow that made her look smaller.She didn't look at the elders. She looked at me.Vince read the charges.Poison in my water, twice. A railing cut through on the east balcony. A garage sealed with an engine running. A knife held to Luna's throat. A fire set in Blackstone's oldest room."Do you deny any of it?" Lucien asked."No," said Bella.The murmur that ran through the benches was low an
Sloane's POVLucien said, "Stay here."He was already walking, Vince at his shoulder, four sentinels fanning out behind them. The council chamber emptied in a rush of boots and raised voices."Lucien."He turned back at the door. I had never seen him so tired or so careful, as if the words he used would break something."She wants Oscar; she'll come to the house to bargain or to burn it. Either way, I want you where I know you are." He took my face in his hands. "The library, Emma on the door, Nora in the hall—I'll be twenty minutes.""Carl—""It is guarded by eight men, and I will make it twelve."I let him go.The library was the oldest room in Blackstone, a long, quiet cave of oak and leather, and a fire was burning in the grate, and the rain was beginning on the windows. I sat in the chair nearest the door with Bernard's notebook open in my lap and didn't read a word.Bella.
Sloane's POVMore wolves than had ever been in the council chamber.The left benches were occupied by Blackstone's elders. Garrick was among Moonlight's elders on the right, who were sweating through their waistcoats. The long oak table was down the middle, and on it was everything.Black ledger, cracked at the spine. Dampened Bernard's notebook. Still in their rubber band, the bank slips each with a T. A gold-edged cream envelope. In the middle, a sheet of paper, yellowed and flat under a glass weight, in the hand of a dead man.Page seven.I was seated at Lucien's side, and my fingers had grown numb in my lap. He was seated at the head of the table, in his father's chair, and this time he wore the title as if it were his.They took Oscar in at noon.Silver bracelets on his wrists. A silver chain around his neck. A new shirt, as he had requested one even when he was in chains. He was seated at the bottom of the table, back straight, watching the displays like a man watching a strange
Sloane's POVHe thought he'd left me behind. He was wrong.I'd felt the link close, felt that careful, loving lie, and I'd lain in the dark with Carl's hand in mine for exactly four minutes. Then I'd stood up, kissed my brother's forehead, and walked out past Nora without a word."He said stay," Nora said."I know what he said."Emma drove. I followed the bond like a thread through a maze. Through the second bridge. Up the logging track. Down a rutted road I'd never seen, to a grey ridge where a row of cars stood empty with their doors shut.We went the rest of the way on foot, through wet pines, with frost cracking under my boots.I heard him before I saw him."Lucien, my boy." A voice I'd known my whole life. Warm and easy. "You look tired."I came through the last of the trees and stopped.The clearing was small. A stone cabin, shuttered windows, and thin smoke from the chimney. Forty wolves in
Lucien's POVThe dungeon had never smelled so much like my own anger.Theodore sat on the edge of his cot with his hands folded, exactly as he'd sat through every council meeting of my childhood. A grey prison shirt where the silk waistcoat should have been. Two cells down, Ryan lay with his face to the wall, and I made a point of not looking.I dragged the only chair across the stone and set it down in front of Theodore's bars. I didn't sit."Speak.""You'll want to hear my terms first.""I don't negotiate with the man who wrote Remove from fileacross my father's death.""You'll negotiate with me," Theodore said mildly, "because you're out of time, and I'm not.""I have a little boy upstairs with a mask on his face," I said, very softly. "I have a wife who hasn't slept in four days. And I have an old man in front of me who watched me bury my parents and dined on their grave the same evening."
Sloane's pov.The world tilted around me and every sound disappeared like it had totally been ripped away by someone.My lips parted but nothing came out. My fingers tightened around the phone until they began to shake.No.That couldn't be right.Carl can't be dying…..The moment I dropped the cal
Sloane's pov.“Bella is gone!”My heart stuttered before my head snapped to the door. Dad was standing beside the opened door, his face laced with a frown, a glint of anger beaming in his eyes.I stood up from the chair and turned to face him completely, my face twisted in confusion. “What do you m
Sloane's POVHis chest heaved upwards and took a lot of time heaving downwards. Tonight, I wasn't Sloane,the naive girl who wrote a letter to her crush. I was Sloane, the contract wife of Lucien. His cock stood erect between his thighs,the veins pulsed quickly with each breath he took and one thoug
Sloane's pov.I gasped when Lucien swept me off the floor, placing me on the bed. He didn't lean away from me and his face was dangerously close that I was forced to gulp.His body was pressed against my naked boobs and his hand reached out to my back. I subconsciously arched away from the bed, let







