FAZER LOGINARREN.I woke up before she did.That was a first. Most mornings of our marriage I'd been gone before the sun came up, and the few times I wasn't, she'd been up first, making coffee I didn't have time to drink.Now I was lying on my side with every inch of me aching, watching her sleep.She was on her stomach with her face turned toward me, one arm tucked under the pillow. Her hair was everywhere. There was a crease on her cheek from the sheet. Her mouth was open a little, and every few breaths she made a small sound that wasn't quite a snore.I wasn't going to tell her that. I valued my life.The light coming through the curtains was pale and early. The house was quiet. My ribs hurt when I breathed, my hands throbbed under the bandages, and my face felt like someone had driven over it more than once.I didn't care about any of it.She was here, and I was here. I'd said the words out loud last night, over and over, and she'd said them back.I reached out and moved a piece of hair off
ELLARIA.He turned his head and kissed my palm, then the inside of my wrist, then the sensitive skin of my forearm as he worked his way back to my mouth.The second kiss was deeper. Hungrier. I arched up into him and felt him smile against my lips before he started a slow, devastating path downward.He kissed my jaw, lingering at the spot just beneath my ear that had always made me shiver. His tongue traced the line of my throat. He spent long minutes at the hollow of my collarbones, tasting, nipping lightly, soothing with open-mouthed kisses until I was restless beneath him. When he finally reached my breasts he looked up at me once, checking, and then took one nipple into his mouth with a slow, wet heat that made my back arch off the bed.“Arren—”“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my skin. “Let me take my time. I’ve waited years to do this right.”He lavished attention on first one breast and then the other, alternating between soft suction and the light graze of his teeth, the fl
ELLARIA.I didn’t let go of his hand.We sat at that kitchen table with our fingers laced together and the tea going cold between us, and for a long time neither of us moved.The house was quiet in the particular way houses get after a day that has taken too much.Somewhere upstairs my mother and my aunts slept curled together like they used to when storms rattled the windows. Tate was safe in his bed with a dinosaur bandage on his neck and the steady breathing of a child who finally believed the worst was over. The longest day of our lives had ended, and somehow we were still here, still breathing, still holding on to each other across a scarred wooden table.Arren’s thumb brushed once across my knuckles. The bandage on his hand was rough against my skin. I looked at the places where blood had started to seep through and felt something tight and fierce and protective rise in my chest.“Come upstairs,” I said.He lifted his eyes to mine. There were shadows under them deep enough to fa
ELLARIA.The front door had barely clicked shut behind Caden when I saw him walk past Arren.He stopped at the bottom of the steps. The two of them looked at each other for a long moment.I couldn't hear anything through the glass. Caden said something short. Arren nodded once. Then Caden kept walking down the path and out through the gate, and he didn't look back.Arren didn't move from the post.I stood at the window with my hand still on the light switch, and my heart was going so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.He'd seen. There was no way he hadn't.I made myself walk to the front door. I opened it just enough to lean out, and the night air came in cold against my face."Arren," I said.He lifted his head."Do you…" I cleared my throat. "Do you want to come in?"He didn't answer right away. He looked at me, then past me at the lit hallway, then down at his bandaged hands."I'm not sure I should," he said.His voice was flat and tight. He was standing so stiffly it looked li
ELLARIA.Tate fell asleep halfway through his second story.I kept reading anyway. I read all the way to the end of the chapter about the rabbit who wanted to be a dragon, because if I stopped, I'd have to get up, and if I got up, I'd have to think.When I finally closed the book, the room was quiet except for his breathing.He was curled on his side with one hand tucked under his cheek. There was a small bandage on his neck where Gregory's claw had scratched him. It was tiny. It was barely anything. I'd cleaned it myself and put a bandage on it with dinosaurs printed on it, and he'd told me very seriously that it was the best bandage he'd ever had.I looked at it for a long time.Then I pulled the blanket up to his chin, kissed his forehead, and made myself leave the room.The hallway was dark. I stood outside his door with my hand still on the knob and breathed.It had been the longest day of my life. I'd watched Arren shot twelve times. I'd watched him beaten. I'd pulled magic out
ELLARIA.I didn't think. I just moved."Okay," I said. I lifted both hands up in front of me, palms out, the way I'd approach a frightened animal in the woods. "Okay. I'm coming. I'm coming with you. Just don't hurt him."Gregory's eyes narrowed. "Slowly.""Slowly," I repeated. "I'm going slow. See?"I took one step toward them. Then another.He took one step back.He was dragging Tate with him. My son's toes scraped across the ash as Gregory hauled him backward, deeper into the ruined ward. His arm was still locked under Tate's chin. His claws were still resting against that soft little throat.Tate's eyes found mine over Gregory's forearm.They were so wide. They were grey-blue and wet, and he was blinking hard like he was trying not to cry, like crying might make things worse.I held his gaze.I'm here, I tried to tell him without saying it. I'm right here. I've got you."Keep coming," Gregory said.I kept coming.He kept backing up. His bad leg dragged behind him with every step,
ELLARIA.“Then you can say goodbye to your job.” His jaw tightened.I'd given my all to this hospital, and he knew it.I had no wolf and none of the healing abilities the other doctors possessed. All I had was myself, and the skills I had forced into my bones over the years, once I realized the wor
ELLARIA.My heart slammed against my ribs. But Arren barely glanced at it before tossing it onto the side table."Don't bring patient files home, Ellaria. You know the rules."The paper slipped off the table and scattered across the floor.The front door closed behind him and a few seconds later I
ELLARIA.He was standing on the front porch with his back to me, one hand pressed against his ear, his voice so soft I almost didn't recognize it."Hey, hey. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong."I stood frozen in the doorway, watching him speak to another woman in a voice he had never once used with m
ELLARIA.My Alpha forced me to sign a marriage contract: no love, no children.He didn’t know I had fallen in love with him at first sight. And now, with only three months left until our contract expired, I was pregnant.***“Luna! You’re having twins!” the doctor exclaimed.The two tiny, beating h







