Mag-log inFIVE YEARS LATER LIAElena was five years old and had opinions about everything.Breakfast was a negotiation. Getting dressed was a discussion. Bath time was occasionally a formal debate that Lia did not always win. She had her father's gray eyes and his particular brand of absolute certainty about things and she deployed both constantly and without apology.Lia sat at the kitchen table with her coffee and watched Elena explain to Caspian, with great patience and detail, why the pancake she had been given was the wrong shape."It's a circle," Elena said."Pancakes are circles," Caspian said."I wanted a star.""I don't know how to make a star."Elena looked at him with an expression that said she found this hard to believe.Lia pressed her lips together.He looked at her over Elena's head. She raised her eyebrows. He looked back at Elena with the expression of a man who ran a city and was being outnegotiated by a five-year-old and was choosing to let this happen."I'll learn to make
The rooftop of Blackthorn Tower had never been used for anything like this.It had cameras and wind sensors and a retractable shelter system that Dorian had installed two years ago because the building needed better perimeter security. It had never been meant for a wedding.But when Lia had said she wanted small and outside and real, he had looked at the rooftop and understood immediately. This was their building. Their city. If there was going to be a ceremony it should be here.His men had spent two days up here. Not building anything elaborate. Just clearing space, setting out chairs, running lights along the edge so the city was visible below without competing with what was happening above it. Simple. Clean. Enough.He stood at the end of the aisle, if it could be called that, with Dorian beside him and the officiant whose name he had already forgotten because he had been too busy trying to keep his face from doing things in the last thirty minutes.Dorian had noticed. Of course h
He would not tell her where they were going.She had asked twice in the car and both times he had looked at the road and said nothing with the focused calm of a man who had decided something and was not going to be moved off it. Elena was with Carol who had arrived at six in the evening with overnight things without being asked, which meant Caspian had called her, which meant this had been planned for longer than Lia had realized.She watched the city through the car window.She recognized the direction before she recognized the building. They were heading north. Toward the Azure district. The old part of the city where the hotels sat back from the street behind stone facades and doormen in coats.She had not been back here since the night she had walked in with shaking hands and a plan for revenge that had nothing to do with the life she had built since.He pulled up outside the Azure Hotel.She looked at it through the windscreen for a moment."You bought it," she said."I told you
The church was small and old and smelled like candles and cold stone.Lia had not been inside a church in years. The last time had been a Whitmore charity event, something with stained glass and a very long speech from a bishop who kept mispronouncing Margaret's name. She had spent the whole service thinking about where she had parked the car.This was different.This felt like something that mattered.Elena was in a white dress that Isla had found and that was so aggressively small and perfect that Lia had sat with it in her lap for ten minutes when it arrived just looking at it. The dress had tiny buttons down the back and a cream sash and Elena was not impressed by any of it. She had been trying to eat the sash since they put her in it.The church was half full. Family. The crew. Nobody had been turned away and nobody had been made to dress a certain way and the result was a room that contained Carol and Robert in their Sunday best sitting two rows ahead of Marcus who was wearing a
The courthouse was the same one she had sat in three weeks ago to watch Julian sentenced.Different floors. Different purpose entirely.She had not told anyone she was coming. Not Isla. Not her mother. Not even Caspian, which she had thought about and decided on deliberately. This was something she needed to do quietly. Just her and Elena and a form and a clerk and her own name written in her own hand.She sat in a plastic chair in the waiting room with a number in one hand and Elena in the carrier on her chest. Carol had offered to take the baby. Lia had said no. She wanted Elena here for this. She wanted her daughter present the day she decided who she was going to be.The waiting room was not exciting. Plastic chairs bolted to the floor. A TV in the corner showing a news channel with the sound off. Other people with their own forms and their own reasons, all of them separately doing something that mattered only to themselves.She thought about the name while she waited.Whitmore ha
Whitmore Pharmaceuticals filed for bankruptcy on Tuesday.Lia saw it on her phone between feeding Elena and a call with the gallery contractor. She read the headline. Set the phone down. Picked it up again. Read it once more.Five years of her life had been organized around that name. Around what it meant to carry it. The dinners where she had smiled until her face hurt. The charity events where Margaret had introduced her to people who looked straight through her. The way the Whitmore name had been used like a door she was allowed to stand behind but never quite enter.Now it was a headline in the business section that nobody under forty would care about by the weekend.She waited to feel something. Satisfaction maybe. Or grief. Or that complicated thing that happened when something you had hated was also something that had been part of your life for so long it had left a shape behind.Nothing came.Just quiet.She put the phone down and looked at Elena who was looking back at her wi
Monday morning came too fast.Lia woke in the guest bedroom to gray light filtering through the curtains and the sound of Julian's car pulling out of the driveway. He hadn't even bothered coming in to see if she was home. Probably assumed she was at Isla's again. Or maybe he just didn't care anymor
Lia stood in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear to her own betrayal.The black dress felt too obvious. The red is too bold. She settled on dark green silk that Caspian had once said brought out her eyes. At least if she was going to gather intelligence for a blackmailer, she could lo
The drive home felt too short. Lia's hands gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. Her mind raced through possible excuses. Explanations. Lies she'd have to tell.Julian had called Isla. He knew she hadn't spent the entire night there. Which meant she needed a story. Fast.Sh
Lia didn't sleep Sunday night.She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Victor Kane's cold smile. Heard his words echoing in her head. You're sleeping with the most dangerous man in Silvercrest. That makes you valuable.She was trapped. Completely and utterly t



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