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Emilia steps out of Austin’s car as Zoren zooms off. She glares at him, her face twisting with concern as she holds my hand. We walk through the gates while Austin drives in.
“What was that all about?” she asks.
I shrug. I don’t know. Zoren has been acting weird since he showed up to pick me. He wasn’t supposed to drive me here. Austin already told Mr. Marlowe that he would do it.
We walk all the way into the circular driv
ZOREN“There has to be another way.”I hear my own voice from far off. Adler stands across the bed with his glasses now pushed up into his hair and his hands open at his sides. He looks like a man who has already lost this argument with himself a dozen times.“Tell me there’s another way,” I demand.“Sit, Zoren,” Adler whispers. My feet refuse to move, and he exhales. “Please. Let me explain, and then you decide.”My knees weaken, but I don’t sit. I stay where I am, one hand on the bed rail and the other on Cassie’s ankle. If she can feel this, let her know I’m here. I’ll never leave again.Adler takes a breath. “Do you understand what her blood really is?” he asks.No. I’ve
ZORENAdler turns to me with a frown. “To your father?”“All of it. Use every vial and every dose.” I stare at the C on the label, and it blurs. “This is the last favor I do him as his son. It should be enough to keep Katherine alive for a year.”Cassie has bled enough.Adler nods slowly. “I’ll arrange the courier.”I nod and walk back to Cassie’s room. She is exactly as I left her. I pull a chair to the edge of the bed. The metal feet scrape the floor, and the sound is obscene in the silence. I sit, taking her hand in both of mine. She’s as cold as the vials. I hold her palm between mine and try to warm it.“Hey,” I whisper. “Hey, tiger.”She doesn’t move. She doesn’t blink.“You were s
ZORENThe drive back takes forty minutes, and I don’t remember a single mile of it. The facility is as active as when I left it hours ago. It hums with a low, clean note of ventilation and cold light. Every corridor smells of antiseptic and wolves.Adler meets me at the inner doors. He stares at my face like he can tell what happened with my family an hour ago, but says nothing. Except for the mild ache that throbs up my arm occasionally, my arm and shoulder are fine now.“Come with me,” he says.I follow him down a hall lined with glass. Behind the glass are the moonflowers. They sit in racks under blue lamps, their petals glowing faintly. A glow that only lasts a month and nothing more. Crestwood supplies a batch each month.“Tell me,” I say.“Zoren.”
ZORENLiora glances at me and swallows. My nose wrinkles as she dips her hand into her dress to retrieve the keys. Fenrir hisses in disgust, and I dry heave. How is this my wife?The key turns in the lock, and Liora opens the door. Dad glances between the two of us and enters. He looks older than he did at the hospital. His eyes drift to the suitcase at my feet, and he steps further into the foyer, keeping a safe distance between us.“Sit down, Zoren,” he says. “Let’s talk about this.”The command rolls over me in that heavy, familiar tone. Every muscle in my body twitches, wanting to obey. Fenrir rises as the old pull grows strong, fighting his Alpha.“No,” I growl, my voice inflected by Fenrir.Something shifts behind Dad’s eyes. As he leans forward, the pressure increases. He places a h
ZORENSlowly, Liora lifts her gaze to mine. Tears cloud her eyes. This time, it’s not another performance to get me to stay. I’ve dealt with her tears long enough to identify the fake and genuine cries.If I don’t want to join her for an occasion? Tears.If I don’t want a public celebration? Tears.If I don’t call her babe in public? Tears.The best way to escape it is to avoid her or lock myself up in the room. But the latter isn’t possible because of work.“Even dead,” Liora whispers, her voice cracking. Her true age shows on her face. “You’ll still pick Cassie over me?”My smile breaks free. “I’ll always pick her over you.”An ugly, raw sob tears out of her all at once. She presses the heel of her h
ZORENIt takes me thirty minutes to drive from the facility to the house. I spend every second deciding what to take from the apartment I’ve shared with Liora for years as her partner.As the car nears the house, the usual tiredness rises in my chest. It has been seven years, but I’ve never come up to this place without feeling anything but exhaustion or hate.The house sits at the end of a long drive lined with birches. It’s a pale stone mansion on twenty acres of land with six bedrooms, a conservatory, and a library no one reads in. Liora’s parents gave it to us as a wedding present.If what we had wasn’t merely an arrangement to me, I would have rejected the house. Why would I let another Alpha gift me the home I would live in with my wife?My chest tightens as I kill the engine. I step o







