LOGINChapter 22: Kael goes very still. He's still holding the letter. He hasn't moved. His face hasn't changed. But something behind his eyes has shut like a door, and the air in the car gets thick and wrong. "Kael," I say. He doesn't answer. "Kael." He reads it again. "Prez," Jax says, quiet. "Drive." "Prez—" "Drive the car, Jax." Jax drives the car. Kael holds the letter the whole way. Doesn't fold it. Doesn't put it away. Just holds it in both hands like it's a snake he's deciding how to kill. We pull into the lot behind the bar. Jax cuts the engine. Nobody moves. "Jax," Kael says. "Get everybody." "Everybody?" "Everybody. Now. Bar's closed tonight. I want every patch in this lot in twenty minutes." Jax gets out. Kael opens his door. Gets out. Doesn't look back at me. Walks toward the bar with the letter in his hand and I have to hurry to keep up with him. Inside, he puts the letter on the bar. And then he stands there. Both hands flat on the wo
Chapter 21: "Your mama should've minded her business." Marcus says it soft. Gentle. The way he's said everything gentle for two years. Then he's gone. Out the doors with his lawyer, down the hall, and the wood of the courtroom door swings shut behind him. I don't move. "Elara." I can't feel my hands. "Elara. Look at me." I look at him. Kael's crouched down in front of my chair with his hands on my knees and his face level with mine, and there's something in his eyes I haven't seen before. Not anger. Something colder than anger. Something that's been waiting a long time. "What did he say," he asks. "Nothing." "Elara." "He said—" My voice comes out flat. "He said my mama should've minded her business." Kael doesn't move. "Mr. Vance." Miss Okonkwo's beside us with her bag already on her shoulder. "We need to talk. Now. Not here." "Where?" "Chambers. Judge Harmon wants me. Both of us, actually." She looks at me. "He read the affidavit before he came out
Chapter 20: "Baby. Thank God." Marcus comes down the steps with his arms already open. And I don't move. I don't flinch. I don't step back. I just stand there with Kael's hand in mine and I watch my husband walk down the courthouse steps toward me in his gray suit with his soft face and his open arms, and I do not move an inch. He stops about three feet away. His arms come down. "Elara," he says. His voice is careful. "You look—" "Don't." "—tired. You look tired." He glances at Kael. Then back at me. "Can we talk? Just for a minute. Before we go in. Just the two of us." "No." "Baby—" "Don't call me that." And something in his face changes. Just for a second. A flicker, way down under the softness, like a fish moving under ice. Then it's gone and he's worried again. "Alright," he says. "Elara. I'm not here to fight. I'm here because I'm scared for you. You've been gone three days. You're in a town I've never heard of with people I don't know, and I get a c
Chapter 19: The knock comes again. Harder. "Kael. It's Ellis." Kael's already up. He crosses the bar in four strides and opens the door and the sheriff comes in with rain on his hat and a piece of paper in his hand and he doesn't look happy. "Hearing's been moved," he says. "This afternoon. One o'clock." Miss Okonkwo takes the paper before Kael can. Reads it fast, her mouth getting thinner with every line. "They're calling it an emergency hearing. The Sterling lawyer filed a motion for immediate protective custody. Says the wife is in danger and the delay is harmful." She looks up. "This is a judge I don't know. Judge Harmon. From the county seat." "Who's he?" Kael says. "He's new. Appointed eight months ago." Miss Okonkwo folds the paper. "He's got no history with the Sterlings. That's good. It's also bad. No history means no favors, but no fear either. He might be honest. He might not know what he's walking into." "Or he might be bought," Kael says. "Or he migh
Chapter 18: "Jax." "On it, Prez." Jax is already walking. Not running. Walking, like a man going to get his mail, straight across the lot toward the trees. But his hand's inside his jacket and he's not looking at the bus anymore. "Elara," Kael says, without turning around. "Get back on the bus." "Kael—" "Get on the bus." And I go. I don't want to, but I go, and Dave's hand comes out and I climb back up the steps. "You stay right here," Dave says. "Right here up front, and you duck if I say duck." "Okay." "Right here." "Okay." Kael's walking now. Across the lot, past the parked bikes, toward the trees where the silver car is sitting. Jax is ahead of him, off to the side, flanking. And the silver car doesn't move. That's what gets me. It just sits there. No engine, no lights, no move to run. If it were a man who was scared, he'd be gone the second he saw two men coming. If it were a professional, he'd have gone before the bus even pulled out. So he wants
Chapter 17: I wake up with his arm around me. For one second — one stupid, sleepy second — I don't remember anything. I'm warm and I'm safe and there's a heavy arm across my waist and breath in my hair, and it's the best I've felt since I can remember. Then I remember everything. I open my eyes. Gray light. Rain on the window. Kael's chest against my back, bare, warm, rising and falling slow. Both of us still dressed. That's the first thing I notice. My t-shirt's still on. His jeans are still on. He's got one arm under my head and one across my waist and there's a blanket over both of us that wasn't there when we started. I lie very still. And then it comes back to me. All of it. His mouth. His hands. The way he picked me up off the floor. The way he laid me down. And then the way he stopped. "Not like this," he said. Right against my shoulder. And then he rolled off me and lay on his back staring at the ceiling with his chest heaving, and I said what's wrong, an







