FAZER LOGINThree weeks had passed since the cabin, since the hospital, since the whole terrifying ordeal had finally quieted into something Starr could look back on without her hands shaking, and life had begun, slowly, to reassemble itself into something that resembled normal again. Iris slept in longer stretches now. Starr had returned to the office twice, briefly, mostly to remind everyone she still owned the place, before Christopher insisted, gently but firmly, that maternity leave existed for a re
Valentine had been planning this for months, ever since that afternoon in Christopher's kitchen when he'd let it slip he had a date in mind, and he'd spent every one of those months terrified he'd somehow give it away before he was ready, because Magnus, for all his chaos, had an uncanny gift for reading people.He'd chosen a rooftop, one Magnus had pointed out once, months ago, during a walk neither of them had planned to end anywhere romantic, saying offhandedly that it looked like the kind of place people proposed in movies. Valentine had filed the comment away and never mentioned it again, which had taken more discipline than he generally got credit for."Why are we going up here?" Magnus asked, following him up the narrow service stairwell with visible suspicion, one hand braced against the wall. "This building doesn't even have proper access to the roof. Is this legal?""Mostly legal," Valentine said, pushing open the access door to reveal string lights he
Three weeks had passed since the cabin, since the hospital, since the whole terrifying ordeal had finally quieted into something Starr could look back on without her hands shaking, and life had begun, slowly, to reassemble itself into something that resembled normal again. Iris slept in longer stretches now. Starr had returned to the office twice, briefly, mostly to remind everyone she still owned the place, before Christopher insisted, gently but firmly, that maternity leave existed for a reason.It was Sorcha's phone call on a Thursday evening that pulled Starr's attention away from folding an impossibly small pile of onesies."So," Sorcha said, and something in her voice carried an odd, nervous energy that immediately put Starr on alert. "I wanted to ask if it would be okay to bring someone to family dinner this Sunday."Starr set down the onesie she'd been folding, sitting up straighter. "Someone.""Heather," Sorcha said, in a rush, like the name migh
The detective who came to take Starr's official statement was patient and kind in a way that surprised her, given how many times she'd had to repeat the same details over the past week, first to the county sheriff's office, then to a lawyer, then again to a detective from the city who specialized in cases exactly like hers. Christopher sat beside her the entire time, Iris asleep against his chest in the sling Sorcha had bought them, his free hand resting on Starr's knee."Michael Adams has been formally charged," the detective told them, flipping through her notes. "Kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, and a handful of related charges we're still building out. Given the premeditation involved, and given his own admissions on the record, we don't anticipate much difficulty securing a conviction.""And Emma?" Starr asked, surprising herself with how steady her voice came out.The detective glanced up. "Miss West has been cooperating fully. Volunteered everything, ac
The delivery room was too bright, too loud, too full of urgent voices telling her to breathe and push and breathe again, and through all of it Christopher stayed exactly where he'd promised he would, at her side, one hand gripping hers so tightly she wondered distantly if she was the one bruising him this time instead of the other way around."You're doing so well," he kept saying, over and over, his voice thick with tears he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. "Starr, look at me, you're doing incredible, she's almost here.""You keep saying that," Starr gasped, half laughing despite the pain, despite everything, because there was something in his face, some wide-open, helpless devotion, that made even this feel survivable."Because it's true every single time," he said, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. "One more, love. The doctor says one more big push."Starr gathered whatever strength she had left, all the strength that had carried her out of a cabi
The cabin came into view through a break in the trees, a single window glowing yellow against the dark, and Christopher's chest seized at the sight of it, an ordinary looking building that had, in the space of a few hours, become the only place in the world that mattered.Officer Reyes met them at the edge of the tree line, one hand raised, her expression firm but not unkind. "You stay here," she said, before Christopher could even open his mouth to argue. "My people are already moving in. The second it's safe, I will personally walk you to her. Not before."Christopher wanted to fight her on it, every instinct in his body screaming at him to run straight for that glowing window, but Valentine's hand closed hard around his shoulder, holding him steady, and some last shred of reason told him that charging in blind might cost Starr more than his patience would.Inside the cabin, Starr had heard the change in the air before she understood what it meant, a stillness
Emma hadn't gone home. She'd sat in the back office of the eatery for nearly an hour after Christopher had stormed off toward Valentine's car, staring at her own hands, listening distantly to the sound of Magnus shouting orders into a phone somewhere near the front, and feeling something inside her cave in completely.She hadn't wanted this. She kept telling herself that, over and over, like repetition alone could scrub the last hour clean. She had wanted Christopher back, wanted Starr gone from his life, wanted, more than anything, to matter to someone the way Starr so effortlessly seemed to matter to everyone around her. She had not wanted a pregnant woman dragged out a back door by a man whose eyes, she now admitted to herself, had frightened her from the very first meeting in that hotel room.She was still sitting there when Magnus found her, his face a storm of fury and fear that made her flinch back against the wall."Get up," he said, his voice flat and c
Starr was distracted for the umpteenth time that day, thinking back about the time she had with Chris. She smiled to herself a bit, feeling like a teenage girl with a crush. She couldn't help it. Anytime she tried to focus, her body reminded her of how good that night had felt. It took everything
Chris Chariton.Chris Chariton was the last person Starr was willing to see at that point in time, but it was the public, 'the will to see' law didn't apply there.He has a wide grin on, a grin wide enough to contain the lounge. "The club is the last place I'd have ever







