LOGINXena."Somebody stood in those trees and watched a man dig for six hours," Dante said, both hands on the wheel, not looking at me. "And then went home and filed paperwork.""Don't.""I'm not trying to frighten you. I'm trying to say it out loud so it stops being something we're both thinking separately."I pressed my palms against my eyes until the pressure did something. "Then say the rest of it.""If she had someone on that property nine days ago, she has someone on us now." He took the turn onto the expressway too fast. "Kenilworth. The vault. Lake Forest. We walked into her house and took her ledger off her desk, Xena. It was sitting square in the middle of it."I dropped my hands. "You think she left it.""I think a woman who has stayed invisible for forty years does not leave a private diary on an open desk in an unlocked house by accident."She wanted me to read it. She wrote three months of entries about me and left them where I'd find them. The thought had been sitting somewh
Xena.Herald was already standing at the fence line when we pulled up, and he hadn't brought a coat."He's been out there an hour," Dante said, cutting the engine. "Look at the grass."I looked. A single track through the frost, from the driveway to the trees, going one direction only.I got out. The cold came through my sleeves immediately and I crossed the yard fast, gravel then dead grass then the softer ground under the trees where the earth had been turned and packed down again by hand."You said ten," I said."I got here at seven." Herald didn't turn around. He was looking at the third tree from the fence, at a strip of white cloth knotted around the trunk about shoulder height, weathered gray now at the edges. "I wanted to see it in daylight one more time before it stopped being mine.""Yours.""I dug it." He said it flat. "Nobody helped me. I was out here six hours and I didn't stop once, and when I finished I sat down against that fence until the sun came up because I couldn'
Xena."She doesn't want the documents released," Foster said. "That's the part everybody keeps getting wrong about her."We'd taken him to Dante's house because it was the only place any of us trusted, and he sat at the kitchen table where my father had died with a cup of coffee he hadn't touched, talking like a man who'd been holding his breath for six years and had finally been given permission to exhale."Victor thinks she's waiting to move," I said. "Gerald thought she'd move the second Victor's control broke.""They both think she's them." Foster's mouth twisted. "That's the mistake. Victor's spent forty years terrified of what he might do with what he has. Gerald spent his life assuming everyone was playing the same game he was. My mother isn't playing that game. She never was."Dante leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching him carefully. "Then what does she want?""She wants it buried. Permanently." Foster finally looked up. "Elias gave Victor the originals and gave h
Xena."Say it before we get there," Dante said, one hand on the wheel, the other resting warm on my knee like he'd put it there without deciding to. "Whatever you're bracing for. Say it out loud now so it's not sitting in your chest when we walk in.""I'm scared it says she sold him." My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "That Diana knew exactly what she was doing the whole time and sat next to me at his funeral anyway."His thumb moved slowly against my knee. "And if it does?”"Then I'll have lost her twice, and I'll have to tell Hannah, and I don't know how to do that.""Then we'll do it together," he said, and didn't offer me anything more comforting than that, which was exactly why I believed him. He squeezed my knee once and let go to take the turn into the parking structure."He's still here," Axel said, the second we came through the vault's outer door. "Sat down and stopped running the moment he saw me. Didn't even try.""Foster Byrne?""Says his name is Foster. Hasn't sai
Xena."Nobody's mowed this lawn in months," Dante said, cutting the engine at the end of the long gravel drive, "but somebody's been walking on it recently."I followed his eyes to the grass along the walkway — flattened in a narrow path, not overgrown the way the rest of the yard was, the kind of trail a person leaves when they've come and gone the same route enough times to wear it down without meaning to."Recently as in today?""Recently as in within the week." He got out first, scanning the property with the same quiet thoroughness Axel brought to everything, and reached back for my hand before I'd even opened my door. "Stay close. If anyone's inside, I want to see them before they see us."The house itself was smaller than I'd expected for someone Elias Cross had trusted with a piece of a federal secret — a modest colonial, white paint gone gray at the edges, shutters hanging slightly off true on the upstairs windows. It looked like the kind of house that had been beautiful onc
Xena."Your phone's been buzzing for ten minutes," Dante murmured against my hair, his arm still heavy across my waist, neither of us having moved from the couch since sometime after midnight. "I've been ignoring it on your behalf.""You're a terrible influence.""I prefer generous." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, unhurried, like the world outside the blanket still hadn't fully earned its way back in. "Five more minutes."I gave him three, tucked against his chest with his heartbeat steady under my ear, before the phone buzzed again and I finally reached for it without sitting up. Victor's name on the screen. I felt Dante go still beside me, not tense exactly, just alert, the way he went whenever something threatened to interrupt whatever peace we'd managed to build."It's him," I said."Put him on speaker." Dante shifted so we were both upright, but he kept one hand resting warm against my back, grounding, present. "Whatever he says, you're not hearing it alone."I answered. "It'
Xena. Was Hannah drunk?I stood there waiting for the punchline. April Fools was months away but maybe someone had lost track of the calendar. Maybe this was some elaborate Yale family bit that I hadn't been briefed on. Maybe —Adrian crossed the room to stand beside her."It's true." He turned to
Xena.I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands.The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his cock inside of me played over an
Xena."It's me Xena."My eyes went wide.“ Dad?”There was silence on the other end. For a brief second, no one spoke, not a single word was said.I stood in Dante's study. We hadn't contacted each other since Adrian's promotion ceremony.“Darling I—” he pauses then heaves a sigh. “How are you doin
Xena.The ceiling in Dante's room was different from the one in the guest room.I noticed that first, which probably said something about the state of my brain. I stared at it and waited for regret to arrive.It didn't.What arrived instead was a very thorough physical awareness of every decision







