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Book Two | Crowned in Blood | Chapter Two Part 1: The King's Meeting

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-09-15 09:01:35

The Neutral Ground was a church, or had been, long before anyone currently breathing in Triplicity staked a claim to anything. The stained glass was long gone, replaced with reinforced panels that let in the same colored light without the vulnerability of actual glass. The pews hadn't gone anywhere. They sat in crooked rows under sheets gone gray with dust, half of them split down the middle where the wood had finally given up holding itself together. The altar staging at the front had rotted s
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  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   B2 | Chapter 4 Part 7: The Old Blood

    Reaper sat in the empty conference room for a moment after the door closed. The cherry cigarette had burned down to nothing in the ashtray. The smell of it sat in the room, thin and stubborn. He looked at it for a moment before he stood.She set the report down when he came in. "Well.""He's clean. Answers checked out, no inconsistencies, nothing worth flagging." He paused. "Vince likes him. That's worth something.""It is. But that's not what you're standing like that about."Reaper was quiet for a moment. "When I brought him in, he passed the ashtray on the way to his seat. Something in the room made him look at it." A beat. "I use menthols when I'm running a vetting. My pack was empty. I had a spare of yours."She looked at him."Cherry," he said. "I used one without thinking about what it would smell like to someone who recognized it."The ashtray. The cherry smoke. She understood immediately."He did something to his face," she said."Fast. Controlled. If I hadn't been watching c

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   B2 | Chapter 4 Part :6 The Old Blood

    He sat. Folded his hands on the table. They were a working man's hands, knuckles thickened, a faint ink stain on the side of his right index finger that hadn't fully washed out. He waited without filling the silence, which was the first thing worth noting."Carver," Reaper said."That's right." His voice was low, unhurried, with the faint roughness of someone who'd smoked for thirty years and quit too late to fully undo it. Not warm, not cold. A voice that gave nothing away by default and required a reason to do otherwise."You worked Blackwing operations for fifteen years. Route logistics, intake reconciliation, financial reporting." Not a question. He already knew the answers. That wasn't the point."Three directors," Carver said. "Start to finish on each rotation. I didn't leave mid-tenure.""Why not.""Because leaving mid-tenure is how you become a liability. I finished what I started and moved on when it made sense to move on."Reaper looked at him steadily. "You walked out befor

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   B2 | Chapter 4 Part 5: The Old Blood

    Breakfast the next morning came with exactly one piece of business attached to it and bacon eating Corporal's bacon from her plate before running away to eat it in the highest perch of his cat tree. Yes, it was too high for Corporal to reach him and they both knew it."Carver's ready whenever you want him vetted properly," Reaper said, coffee in hand. "I can bring him in today if you want it done before the week's out.""Do it today. Two o'clock. Conference room, not my office." She didn't look at him, still glaring at the hole in the cat tree making crunching sounds. "I don't need to be in the room for it. You'll get more out of him without me there."Reaper nodded, "I know." his eyes glancing at the hole too."Let me know what you get." The crunching stopped and two yellow eyes peared back at her glare."Always do." Reaper smiled and turned back tot he kitchen, "Bacon, you are asking to get shot at this point, buddy."By two o'clock, Reaper was already in the conference room, twenty

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   B2 | Chapter 4 Part 4: The Old Blood

    Neither of them said another word about work for the rest of the night. She didn't try. He didn't let her."Stay up here tonight," she said eventually, toweling her hair dry. "The suite's already warm. I don't feel like driving anywhere.""You don't feel like leaving," Reaper said. "Different thing." He was already reaching for a shirt. "Bacon hasn't seen you in two days. He'll take it out on the furniture first, then he'll take it out on me for not bringing you home sooner.""Bacon doesn't even like me.""No," Reaper agreed, entirely too pleased about it. "He really doesn't. Which is exactly why you're going home to deal with him instead of hiding up here from both of you."She didn't have a good argument for that. Mostly because it was true on both counts.The drive back was quiet in the way their drives usually were, not empty, just economical. She watched the city move past the window and let it settle, the particular decompression of leaving one version of herself behind and pick

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   B2 | Chapter 4 Part 3: The Old Blood

    "There," he murmured, mouth close to her ear now. "There she is."She reached back for him without entirely deciding to. He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth once. Then he stood and undid the rest of his own clothes with none of the careful patience he'd spent on hers, faster, plainer, a man who'd been waiting considerably longer than the last hour for this. The water rose and resettled around them both when he stepped in. He didn't sit across from her the way the size of the tub would have allowed. He came to where she was, guided her back until she was braced along the tub's wide stone lip, water lapping at her thighs, the rest of her lifted just clear enough of it for what he had in mind."Reaper—""Still working," he said, and the words came out rough now, all the earlier patience gone somewhere lower, "on getting you out of your head. Let me finish the job."He kissed the inside of one knee, then the other, unhurried again in a different register entirely. When his mout

  • Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir   B2 | Chapter 4 Part 2: The Old Blood

    He led her past the tenth floor's main hallway to a section of wall that looked, to anyone who didn't already know better, like the building simply ended there. A palm scan and a code she'd set herself years ago opened onto a narrow staircase. At the top of it waited a door that opened into a space nobody outside a very short list of people knew existed. Warm light instead of fluorescent. A bed nobody but the two of them had ever slept in. Through an open doorway, a bathroom built around a tub large enough for three people, stone-lined, steam already curling faintly off the water Reaper must have started running before he'd ever come to find her."You planned this.""I planned the bath an hour ago. The rest of it you did yourself, several rooms at a time." He shrugged out of his own jacket and hung it without ceremony, then turned to her, and something in his expression shifted from teasing into something quieter, more deliberate. "Turn around."She did. He knelt first, unhurried, and

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