LOGINChapter Sixty SevenAriaWhen the maid had told me that Zane had a surprise for me, I had no idea what I felt, but even in a million years,I never thought this was what Zane had up his sleeve.Was I complaining? No.Was I intrigued? Hell yeah.The moment the silk blindfold settled over my eyes, the world didn’t just go dark,it vanished and in a fucking good way.The flickering candlelight, the deep charcoal of my dress on the floor, the silver moon over the balcony, all of it was erased, only to be replaced by the terrifyingly sharp amplification of my remaining senses.Call me dramatic or whatever, but I could hear the heavy, rhythmic thrum of Zane’s breathing. I could smell his signature scent on his skin and the lingering, sweet spice of the lilies.Then, I heard the soft, ominous clink of metal against wood from the leather kit.Zane didn't touch me immediately. He was circling me. I could feel the shift in the air as he moved, his footsteps silent but his presence a heavy, predat
Chapter Sixty SixAria.The air in the west chambers was thick, after the words slid past his lips, not with the tension of a battlefield, but with something far more intoxicating.Maybe it was the scent of white lilies and the low, vibration of a cello that seemed to hum beneath my skin, but everything seemed to be more intensified.Zane didn't move for the bed in the corner that I was just noticing now. Instead, he took my hand, his thumb grazing my knuckles, and led me toward the balcony.A small, intimate table had been set there, illuminated by the silver spill of the moon. My breath caught when I saw the spread. It wasn't a banquet. It was small, but somehow held all the important things.Braised duck with honeyed figs and the specific, sharp scented herbs I didn't think anyone knew about here.Maybe Rhett might have had an idea,but I doubted that Zane and his son could be in the same room long enough to figure out my favorite meal."The kitchen stayed late," Zane murmured, his
Chapter Sixty FiveAriaI almost didn’t go.The invitation had arrived an hour before sunset. It has been delivered without announcement, and sealed in Zane's signature. There was no flourish, and no audience. Just my name written in ink I recognized instantly.West chambers. Tonight.There had been something deliberate about the simplicity of it, and then there was the dress.It had come separately, folded in deep charcoal silk, softer than anything I owned. When I first touched it, I told myself it was just fabric, it was just another gesture, and just strategy.But when I held it against myself, I felt the intention behind it.The cut was elegant, high neckline, long sleeves, fitted waist, but the skirt the skirt was treacherous. Twin slits ran up both sides, daring and sharp, revealing flashes of thigh when I moved. The back dipped lower than modesty required. It wasn’t vulgar, it was intimate and I hated that I understood the meaning behind it.I stood before the mirror longer th
Chapter Sixty FourZaneThe morning after the ball did not feel like victor, it felt like an aftermath. The palace corridors were quieter than usual, but not calm. Whispers lingered in corners, servants moved with careful awareness, and eyes lowering too quickly when I passed.Even a child would be able to tell why. Word had spread of the duel, the blade and the humiliation that came with it. While all of that might have been worrisome to some people, I had not slept.Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aria standing in firelight, blood at her lip, spine straight, gaze steady, and I heard Adeline’s voice.Ask him what he told me that night.She had no right, no right to drag my name into her desperation.That was the thought that echoed in my head as I turned sharply down the eastern corridor. A maid nearly collided with me and froze mid-step.“Where is she?” I asked.“What?” Her throat bobbed. “My lord?”“Adeline.” The name tasted stale.“I…I’m not certain, my lord.” She was s
Chapter Sixty ThreeAriaThe applause did not fade all at once. It thinned, like rain easing into mist.Adeline was pulled to her feet by two guards, her white garments stained with streaks of marble dust and humiliation. Her hair, once immaculate, clung to her face in disarray. The crimson gown she had shed lay forgotten at the edge of the circle like a discarded lie.I stood where I had left her, breathing steady, with blood drying at the corner of my mouth. Without a word, they began to escort her toward the exit. The crowd parted eagerly, whispering already, devouring what they had witnessed, and then she laughed.It wasn’t loud, nor was it hysterical. It was sharp, so sharp it sent goosebumps racing down my spine.The guards tightened their grip, but she twisted just enough to look at me over her shoulder.“You think you’ve won?” she called, her voice carrying farther than it should have.A hush rippled outward, but I did not move. She smiled, and this time there was nothing thea
Chapter Sixty TwoAriaThe applause that followed Dario’s announcement did not sound celebratory,it sounded hungry. Like the people had been promised a feast made for royalty, and now they were starving and couldn't wait to be served.I watched the musicians lower their instruments, servants moved swiftly, clearing the center of the hall with practiced precision. Tables were rolled back, chairs were lifted and the polished marble floor that I had so carefully arranged for dancing was stripped bare for blood.Torches were brought forward too.Their flames flared high, heat licking the air, and casting long shadows against the gilded walls. The chandeliers dimmed just enough that the firelight ruled the room now,in a way that felt golden, feral, and unforgiving.Guests formed a wide circle, and I took that as a sign that this was really happening.I stepped forward first. My gown was deep obsidian silk, fitted through the bodice and flowing at the hips. It wasn't ideal for combat, but I
Chapter TwelveAriaI didn't know why I climbed down from the bed, and I certainly didn't know why I inched closer to Zane with every step.Gosh, I could see his lips move, but I couldn't hear a single thing he was saying.My brain was just focused on his lips.I knew he asked a question, but what
Chapter TenAriaZane leaned against the bathroom door with an easy smirk etched on his lips.His annoyingly striking facial features stared at me mockingly. His mop of long, wet black hair fell over his brooding, viridian eyes that bored holes into my body and dripped water down the center of his
Chapter FourteenAriaSlowly, I added another finger to my clit, drawing gentle, unsure strokes and circles. I gaped, feeling a rush of pleasure travel down my spine, mixing with the heat of the pre-cum dripping down my legs.My teeth clamped my lower lip so hard that it became swollen and flushed.
Chapter EightZaneAria Nightwind had never been anything but a prospective daughter-in-law to me. Make no mistake, she was beautiful.Beautiful in all the ways a blooming rose could be. But I willed myself not to spare her a second glance.I made sure I observed her with indifference then, just en







