FAZER LOGINMorgana’s POVOn the morning of my wedding, Mara stole my shoes.I find her in Ada's room, sitting cross-legged on the rug with both shoes in her lap.“Give them back.”“Not until you eat.”“I’m not hungry.”“That's what you said before you fainted out during training.”“That was one time.”“Twice,” Ada calls from the dressing table.Mara hands me a piece of toast and grins as I take a bite. Then she hands back my shoes.I used to think my wedding day would be something big enough to prove that I was, in fact, someone. I'm now in a small room with two women who love me, eating toast, and my sister is threatening to hide my dress.It's better than anything I'd imagined.---The garden is full of white flowers, just not quite to the point where you can't see the grass. I asked for simple decorations, and Dante was on board before I'd even finished explaining why.Ada fiddles with the ribbon at my waist. Her hands are a bit unsteady."Are you nervous?" she asks.“Very.”“Then I won't pre
Morgana’s POVThree weeks after Dante's wolf comes back, we get a letter addressed to me.Not a forged order. Not a threat from the council. Just an envelope from the clerk who's been looking after my divorce.I open it at the kitchen table while Ada watches me over her tea.“The marriage is over,” I say.She puts her cup down. "Are you happy?"I look at the page. I was expecting fireworks, or tears, or a sudden desire to hurl something at the wall. All I feel is that I've finally taken off a pair of shoes that had been killing me for years."Yes," I say. "I think I am."Ada reaches across the table and squeezes my fingers.“Then that’s enough.”Outside, Mara's having a right old argument with Marcus about how to throw a punch without actually hurting her wrist. The sound of it makes me smile.---Life hasn't been all roses. Brenner, Holt and Garett all have lawyers, hearings and evidence to answer for. Scarlett and Victor are still giving statements about their own involvement. Hale
Mara’s POVThe voice on the other side of the vault door is Lina's voice when she was a little girl.“Mara, come and get me.”I grip Morgana's hand so hard she winces. No one tells me to let go.The door's locked. Marcus has cleared the corridor, and Hale's already off. Owen's with us, standing alongside Dante, just watching that little red light above the alarm panel.“Mara,” the voice says again. “Don’t leave me.”I used to obey that voice. Ruth made me say it over and over again until I was sick of hearing my own mouth utter my sister's name.I take one step back."That isn't Lina."Eveline isn't here to tell me what she thinks. The seer isn't here to tell us what the box wants. For once I can decide what I know.My sister's dead. Someone's borrowing her voice.I don't have to answer. I don't have to prove that I loved her by going through that locked door, following a voice. I can miss Lina without having some other person telling me what she wants.---Hale turns up with a techni
Dante’s POVThe refusal is in faded ink, under a woman's name.Hale lays the copy on the council table. She's got the archive cert and the examiner's initial comparison, but she doesn't call it a spell."Alaric Venn's wife recorded what her husband was told. He was threatened into giving up his post. His temporary commander was not prepared to take on the responsibility."Brenner is sitting across from us with a lawyer at his shoulder. Holt is keeping a close eye on the doors.“Old gossip,” says Brenner. “Not at all relevant to our Alpha’s illness.”"Your petition simply copied the heading from this document," Julian says. "And you were trying to get Marcus to sign another one."Marcus is right behind me, not hiding at all.Brenner looks at his lawyer. That's the first thing that's really satisfied me this morning.---Mrs. Voss calls the council meeting to order. The riders have elected her to chair the emergency review after Lawson lost access to the records. Two county observers ar
Morgana’s POVRyker's confession is hanging between us.I locked it.The room is far too bright. Owen's lamp casts a clean circle across the bed, and I hate that such an ugly thing can be said under such ordinary light.“Then tell me what happened after,” I say.Ryker looks at Dante. "You don't have to stay.""I do," says Dante. "But I won't answer for you."Ryker is staring at his hands. "Delilah said you were asking about the money. About the night Father died. She thought you'd found the letters."“I had,” I whisper.He nods. "I told her to keep you in the room until I'd decided what to do. I turned the key myself."“And when I screamed?”His mouth moves, but nothing comes out.“Ryker.”“I walked away.”I want to know whether he slept afterward or whether he heard the lock rattle. I can't take either answer. Ryker is sitting with his shoulders hunched in.---I was pounding on the door until my hands were sore. Delilah's perfume seeped through the gap under the door. In that life,
Morgana’s POV"I remember giving you the poison."Ryker says it so quietly I almost didn't hear it.Owen stops by the bed. Dante's hand is still on Owen's son's shoulder, though his fingers have loosened.For a moment I'm back in that other room, looking at the bottle Ryker promised would change our lives. I remember believing him. That's the bit I hate most."Tell me what you remember," I say.Owen looks between us. "He's just woken up from a rather distressing dream. We should check him first.""Check him," I say. "I'm not going anywhere."Ryker closes his eyes as Owen takes his pulse. He looks absolutely sick. I don't move any closer.His bandage is coming loose again, and underneath it, the black mark has split into two. I don't know if the mark has changed because he's remembered it or simply because the pain has woken whatever was down there. Owen has no idea. Neither do I.The exam takes ten minutes. Owen checks Ryker's wrist and asks him where he is, what day it is, and whethe
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison
Morgana's POVMy chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.No. Far from it.I am in
Morganna's PovThe pit in my stomach deepens.What?!Babe?!She must have had a slip of the tongue.I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”My love?!I par
Morgana' Pov“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will sta







