로그인Chapter 58 — Ofiura's POV"Why," Tessa said, "is there a man in your kitchen wearing no shoes?"I froze with a spoonful of cereal halfway to my mouth. My sister stood in the open doorway of my apartment with her key still in the lock, a tote bag slung over one shoulder and a look of absolute, gleeful delight spreading across her face."You have a key," I said stupidly."You gave me a key. For emergencies." She stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind her. "This feels like an emergency."At the stove, Nikolai had gone very still. He was wearing yesterday's shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows, his hair rumpled in a way I found extremely distracting, and he held a spatula in one hand like a man who had been caught committing a minor crime. A pan of scrambled eggs hissed gently in front of him."Good morning, Tessa," he said, with great dignity."Good morning, Alpha King." She set her tote on the counter and surveyed him from head to toe. "Nice socks."He looked down. They w
Chapter 57 — Nikolai's POV"Is anything on fire?"Maren's text lit up my phone for the fourth time in an hour. I tilted the screen away from Ofiura, who sat cross-legged on her living room rug with her eyes closed and her palms resting open on her knees, and typed a single word with my thumb.*No.**Smoking?**No.**Do you require extinguishers?**Maren.**Just asking.* A pause, and then: *Tell her I said good luck.*I set the phone face-down on the floor and settled back against the couch, my own legs folded beneath me. It was a quarter past seven, the lamps turned low, a pair of cream candles burning on the coffee table because Ofiura had said they looked calming and I hadn't had the heart to point out that there are better things to have near a woman who had split a tree in half that morning.*Two days ago,* I corrected myself. It felt longer."I can hear you thinking," Ofiura murmured."I'm not.""You're thinking about the candles.""The candles are fine.""They're *perfectly* fi
Chapter 56 — Ofiura's POV"Drink this. Then I'll leave you alone."Maren held out a battered steel thermos, her expression as unreadable as ever. I took it with both hands, because mine were still shaking, and she lowered herself onto the other end of the fallen log without another word.We were half a mile from the lake, where the gravel road gave up and became a pair of muddy ruts. Her car sat at the verge with its engine ticking as it cooled. I'd walked the whole way with my sleeve pressed against my nose, and the blood had stopped somewhere around the second bend. My cheeks felt tight and stiff with salt.The tea was sweet and scalding. I drank half of it before I realized it had honey in it."You heard," I said."The whole forest heard." She didn't look at me. "Birds were leaving the county.""I split a tree in half.""You did." A pause. "It was an old tree. Dead in the heart for years. Rot had been eating it since before you were born. I walked up and looked at it while you were
Chapter 55 — Ofiura's POV"Stop hovering.""I'm not hovering.""You're standing four feet behind me with your arms half out, like I'm a toddler on a balance beam." I didn't turn around. "I can feel you.""That's the bond. You can feel me from three counties away." But I heard him lower his arms, and the crunch of his boots on the gravel as he stepped back. "Better?""Marginally.""I'll take marginal."We had driven out to the lake before dawn, past the last of the farm roads, where the trees closed in thick and quiet and the only sign of human life was an old wooden cabin that belonged to Nikolai's family. I'd come here once before, alone, in the days when I had been too afraid to say the word *pregnant* out loud. Now the cabin sat dark and shuttered at the edge of a small clearing, and Maren's car was parked half a mile back, where the road ended, so we had the whole morning to ourselves.It was cold and bright. Frost silvered the grass, and the lake lay glassy and still, mist curli
Chapter 54 — Ofiura's POV"There's a Mrs. Blackthorn in the lobby. She's asking for you by name."The receptionist's voice came through my desk phone in a careful murmur, the tone of a woman who had read the newspapers and knew exactly who the visitor was. My pen stopped halfway through a sentence."Helena?""She says it's a private matter. She says she'll wait."I set the pen down. My wolf, who'd been curled in a warm, drowsy loop for most of the morning, lifted her head and went perfectly still."Tell her I'll be down in five minutes," I said. "And please let Maren know."I called Nikolai first. He answered on the second ring, and I told him in three sentences, because I'd promised him two minutes' notice for anything involving danger, and because I'd decided that keeping that promise mattered more than my pride."I'm coming down," he said at once."No. Please." I pressed my fingers against my temple. "If you walk in, she'll say nothing, and I'll learn nothing. I want to hear what s
Chapter 53 — Helena's POV"You're asking me to build a cage and call it a gift."I had been twenty-six when she said it, standing in the kitchen of her little stone cottage with flour on her hands and a pot of something simmering on the stove. She hadn't raised her voice. She never did. She only looked at me with those steady, mournful eyes, and I felt, for the first time in our friendship, like a stranger."It isn't a cage," I'd said. "It's protection. You of all people understand what's coming for the weak ones.""I understand that you've stopped asking what they want."That was the last real conversation we ever had.I sat on the edge of my bed with the cream envelope open in my lap, and that old sentence rang in my head, as fresh as the day it was spoken. Thirty years. I had spent thirty years building a life so thoroughly furnished that there was no room left in it for that kitchen. And yet there it was, pushing up through the floorboards like a stubborn weed.I drew out the repo







