FAZER LOGINThe violet blaze that danced through her fur flared slightly at the contact. It did not burn. It did not sear. Instead, the light folded into him. Threads of violet slipped seamlessly into the black of his coat, blending rather than clashing. The energy softened against him, wrapping around him
Then Kaelani suddenly pulled back and without explanation, she grabbed his hand and started leading him across the hillside toward a massive tree rooted near the edge of the slope. Kaelani glanced around once, then reached for the hem of her shirt. Julian’s brows shot up. “You know damn well I’d
Her voice softened. “It’s beautiful.” There was a brief pause. “And I would like to see it again,” she added carefully, meeting his eyes. “With you.” Julian grew quiet, the tension rolling off him in a steady wave, and Kaelani felt every ounce of it through the bond. After a moment, he asked qu
Kaelani and Julian walked hand in hand through the grand promenade that led toward the Seelie palace, its marble pathways winding between cascading fountains and archways woven with living vines. Sunlight poured over the city in soft gold, catching in crystalline spires and dancing across balconies
When they returned to the Blackthorn packhouse, Julian expected to find his mother in one of her usual places—the sunroom overlooking the gardens, or the small sitting alcove near the east corridor where she liked to read. She wasn’t there. He checked the parlor. The dining hall. Nothing. A fai
Julian sat at the kitchen table, tension still visible in the tight line of his shoulders as Kaelani moved at the counter, finishing the last touches on their breakfast. “I would have ripped his head clean off his shoulders,” he said quietly, though there was nothing casual about the way he said it
The window slid down with mechanical smoothness. An older man peered out, hair silvered at the temples, spectacles perched neatly on his nose. His smile was mild, his tone courteous. “Good evening, Miss Kaelani.” She stilled, every instinct flaring. The man inclined his head faintly. “Forgive the
The sharp scent of burning sugar hit Kaelani’s nose a second too late. She whipped the oven door open, coughing as smoke curled out in a bitter wave. The tray of croissants, once golden and perfect, was now blackened beyond saving. “Damn it,” she muttered, sliding them out and clattering the tray o
He stilled in the hallway, his expression unaffected. Slowly, he lifted a hand to his collar, inhaling. Her scent still lingered faintly there—sweet, stubborn. His wolf stirred, restless. “I’ll send a jet,” he said at last. “In a few days.” “Why not now?” She pressed, almost pleading. “Because I
The boardroom at Blackthorn was all polished wood and steel, its walls lined with windows that framed the dense forest beyond. Julian sat at the head of the long table, shoulders squared, every line of him composed. The screen at the far end flickered with faces—Alphas and Betas from the summit, pa







