LOGINFREYA’S POV"I can finish a shift." Ronan broke the thick silence in the room."Can you?" Ashbourne lifted his head. "Tonight?"Ronan didn't answer."Tonight's the full moon," Ashbourne said. "It's up at nine. And there's a man in the north who'll have heard by now that a boy in this territory went gold in the eyes on a doorstep in front of a witness, and he'll have a man on the road before the week's out. So." He picked his hat up. "Do you shift, or do you half-shift and go down on your knees?""I don't know," he got to his feet."Then find out." Ashbourne stood too and put his hat on. "I've a room at the Fox and Hounds and I'll be back at half eight. Have him somewhere with a floor he can't break."He got to the door and stopped."One thing," he said, without turning round. "The pair of you have got the bond and it's real and it's woken up, and the whole territory will know it by Sunday. When a mate-bond goes public before a betrothal's settled, the betrothal becomes a piece of pape
FREYA'S POVWe took him into the small parlour and shut the door.My mother brought the tea herself and put it down hard enough to rattle and stood by the window with her arms folded and did not leave.Ashbourne sat in the chair nearest the fire and took his hat off and put it on the floor beside him, and looked round the room at the paintings and the clock and the good carpet, and then at Ronan, who had not sat down."Your mother was a Moonrock," he said without preamble.Ronan's chin came up. "My mother was a Redwood servant.""Your mother was a Moonrock." Ashbourne picked up his cup. "Her name was Ilse. She was nineteen and she was a second cousin to the last Moonrock Alpha. She was sent south the week the raids started, and she went into service under a false name, and she was already carrying when she went." He drank. "That's not a guess. That's a parish record and a hiring book and a woman in Whitby who's still alive and remembers a girl called Ilse with a Moonrock accent and a
FREYA'S POVHe kissed me back.For one second he didn't move at all, and then both his hands came up and took my face and his mouth came down on mine and it was nothing like the corridor. It was worse. It was slower and harder and his thumbs were pressed into my jaw and he made a sound against my mouth like a man setting down something heavy.The stone went hot against my throat, my chest and then the world tilted and I was somewhere else.The ward. The window with the bars on it and the grey light and the drip stand and the smell of antiseptic.He was in the chair. He had his elbows on his knees and his head down and he was holding my hand with both of his."I should have told you sooner," he said."Told me what?""That it was me. All of it. The flowers on the ward and the books and the—" His voice quited. "I've been coming every Thursday for four years, Freya. Four years.""You never said.""You never looked at me."He lifted his head and his eyes were gold and wet and he said, "I'm
FREYA'S POVThe fire cracked.Everybody looked at me.My mother. My father. Kade. Dr. Ewan. Corin Vance at the back with his hat in his hands."Told them what?" my mother said.I sat there with my hands in my lap and my mouth shut."Freya," Dr. Ewan said. "They've earned it. They've been in the water and in the trench and in the dark and they've asked for nothing but the truth. Give it to them."I looked at my mother."I died," I said.She didn't move."I died in a hospital ward when I was thirty-four years old," I said. "I had white hair and I couldn't shift and I had been sedated for three years and I had two children who were dead and a husband who had thrown me away and a woman who had taken my place and I died screaming for children nobody believed existed." I breathed, feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. "And then I woke up in a pool at Lincoln Prep and I was seventeen years old and I had a second chance."I remember everything," I said. "I remember the marri
FREYA’S POV"I took her out of the chamber on Tuesday night," Corin said, his eyes moving over every one of us like he was waiting to see if anyone would protest. "I took her out and I put her in the chapel and I said a prayer over her and then I put her in the ground in the churchyard with the right date on the stone and the right name and the right words." He looked at me. "She's been waiting eleven years for a proper grave and she's got one now.""You broke into a sealed chamber," Dr. Ewan said."I opened a sealed chamber." Corin Vance's mouth pulled. "I didn't break anything. I've been waiting eleven years to open that chamber and I did it the first night I could.""And the van?""The van was an accident." He said it without apology. "I heard the pump stop and I knew somebody was coming down the hill and I took the van because it was there and I put it in the water because I had to get off the hill and I went up the far side on foot. I didn't hurt the boy. I put my hand on his che
FREYA'S POV"Waiting for me," I said."For you." The old woman's eyes did not move. "You've got the stone. You've got the name. You've got the boy with the three bars on his father's ring and you've got a doctor who knows what the stone is and you've got a pack that will follow you if you ask it to." She paused. "That's a great deal for one girl to be carrying. And it's a great deal for a man in a vicarage to be watching.""Who is he?""I don't know his name." She said it without apology. "I know his father's name and I know what his father wanted and I know he's been sitting in that house for five days with a tray on the step and nobody's seen him. That's all I know.""Then we go and ask him," my father said."You'll go and ask him and he'll be gone." The old woman's mouth pulled. "He's been there five days. He'll be gone before you get down the drive.""Then we go now."The old woman leaned back in her chair. "But before you go, Ellis, I'll say the thing I brought you up here to hea







