LOGINKaelani laughed softly as his arms settled around her. “You answered that awfully fast.” “Because I didn’t need to think about it.” He brushed a kiss beneath her ear before trailing another along the curve of her neck. “I would spend the rest of my life filling this packhouse, Silveredge, and the
Julian leaned back in his chair, satisfied. “Then let’s build something that lasts.” A knock sounded at the door before it opened without waiting for permission. Kaelani stepped inside with Kaelen perched comfortably on her hip, his small hand tangled in the fabric of her sleeve. Julian looked up
Kaelani sat cross-legged at a table, Unseelie warriors gathered in a loose circle around her. She held a fan of enchanted cards etched with shifting sigils, their symbols glimmering faintly as though alive. She studied the other players with an unreadable expression, her storm-dark eyes giving nothi
Tessa burst into laughter. “Damn. I wish I had your powers.” Kaelani smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That’s not even the best part.” Tessa blinked. “There’s more?” “Oh, there’s definitely more.” Kaelani hopped down from the counter and took Tessa’s hand again, leading her back outside
“Kaelani,” he said warmly, “I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine.” Lazarus and Sebastian turned to face her fully. “This is Lazarus,” Julian continued, “and Sebastian.” Kaelani smiled politely. “Oh, hello. Julian has told me so much about you both.” She extended her hand toward Lazarus
Kaelani gathered a careful handful of her gown as she reached her chair. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said lightly, glancing at Julian, “I need to use the ladies’ room.” Julian’s brows lifted as he looked down at the layers of satin and diamonds. “Do you need help?” he asked, gesturing toward the swe
The sun had climbed higher by the time Kaelani finally left the house. The air was warm, the streets busy, the kind of ordinary noise that should’ve drowned out the thoughts still buzzing in her head. But Julian’s voice lingered — that low, careful tone from the morning call replaying like an itch s
Julian sat alone in his office, the early morning sun spilling across Kaelani’s file. His gaze lingered on the line he couldn’t let go of: Origin: Lycan. Secondary Origin: Unknown. His thumb brushed the edge of her photo, that grainy image of a too-young girl with storm-gray eyes. “What are you?”
The bakery was quiet, the ovens cooled, the front lights dimmed. Kaelani sat at the desk in the small office tucked in the back, receipts and order slips spread out before her. The calculator clicked beneath her fingers, but the numbers blurred on the page, her mind circling elsewhere no matter how
Julian sat behind his desk, the glow of his computer screen casting pale light across the office. Spreadsheets filled the screen, reports detailing supply shipments and land contracts. His eyes moved steadily, each keystroke deliberate, as though order on the page might impose order everywhere else.







