Pov: Marigold. Nightshade Power Inc HQ, Later That NightMarigold didn’t call Elias.She showed up at his apartment.The doorman barely looked up when she strode through the lobby—heels clicking against polished marble, eyes set like steel. She didn’t knock either. Her security clearance got her in.Elias opened the door wearing a robe and surprise.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quickly.“You made a move on Nightshade Power Inc.,” Marigold said. No warm-up. No small talk. Just the truth.His mouth tensed. “You’re mistaken.”“You used a trust account in Dubai. I traced it through a phantom corporate chain. But the memo? That’s what gave you away. You write like a politician trying to play chess in the dark.”Elias hesitated. “I only wanted to protect Bell Creek—”“You sold Bell Creek,” she snapped. “You think Aiden will let you govern? He’ll gut you as soon as you’ve outlived your usefulness.”“I was trying to secure our future—”“No,” she interrupted, voice low. “You were trying t
Pov: Asher. Raven’s Peak was quiet that morning, too quiet for Asher’s liking.He stood in his office with the blinds half-closed, watching the slow roll of fog through the trees. A steaming cup of black coffee sat untouched on his desk, forgotten in the wake of the envelope that had just landed in front of him.Vivianne handed it to him with a look that said: You're not going to like this.“It’s from our contact in Bell Creek,” she said quietly.Asher opened it, eyes scanning the sparse contents—photos, timestamps, a brief report. He didn’t need more than five lines.Mayor Elias Rowan. Private meeting. A known lieutenant of Aiden’s present. No denials. Just silence.“Bell Creek’s flipped,” Asher muttered, jaw tightening. “He met with Aiden’s envoy and gave his word. He’s staying neutral… or worse.”Vivianne folded her arms. “He’s scared. A lot of them are. After Fernmere, they’d rather submit than fight.”“They think siding with a tyrant buys them peace.”Asher didn’t shout, but the
POV: Asher. The morning was still and gray, clouds settled low like they were trying to keep Raven’s Peak quiet just a little longer.Asher stood at the dining room table, carefully sealing envelopes with the Nightshade crest. Each one was marked for a neighboring town—Ashmoor, Bell Creek, Grafton Ridge, even the fragile remnants of Fernmere.Across from him, Ember held Caelen on her hip, her jaw tight.“You’re delivering these yourself,” she said, not asked.“I am.”Ember let out a breath, steady but sharp. “You could send Saul. Maren. Anyone else.”“They won’t trust anyone else,” Asher replied. “They need to see my face. Hear my voice. Know I’d step into their town without a guard and still mean every word.”Caelen gurgled in her arms, blissfully unaware.Ember shifted, her tone cooler now. “And what if someone doesn’t want to hear it? What if you don’t come back?”“I will.”“You can’t promise that.” Her voice cracked just a little. “I won’t let our son be left wondering what his f
Pov: Ember. The sky outside the mansion had turned to gold and ash. Ember stood in the nursery, swaying gently with Caelen in her arms. His little fingers clutched the collar of her shirt, face pressed against her shoulder, fast asleep.Asher leaned in the doorway, watching them with quiet eyes.“He went down easy?” he asked softly.Ember nodded. “Softer tonight. I think he felt how calm it was… even if just for a few hours.”Asher stepped in, brushing his hand over Caelen’s back before planting a light kiss on Ember’s cheek. “He’s getting strong.”“He’s going to have to be,” she said, shifting her weight slightly. “We all are.”They moved into the living room, where the fireplace cracked softly. Ember sat curled on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, while Asher dropped beside her and loosened his collar.“Lorna settled in okay?” he asked.“She’s cautious, but she’s here. That’s something. Lira’s helping.”Asher nodded, quiet for a moment. Then: “Saul checked in. Grafton Ridge i
Pov: Asher. The knock came just after breakfast.It was soft, hesitant. Ember was in the kitchen drying mugs when she heard it. Asher looked up from the table, his brow knitting. He wasn’t expecting anyone.Saul moved to the door first, ever-watchful. His boots were quiet against the wood floor as he opened it just a crack, then paused.He murmured something low, cautious. Then he opened it wider.A tall woman stepped in—hood drawn, coat thick with road dust. She looked travel-worn, hollow-eyed, and cautious.“Name’s Lorna,” she said before anyone could ask. “From Wexley.”Asher rose slowly. Wexley was one of the towns that had fallen quiet after Aiden’s threat. It wasn’t far—maybe two days on foot if you knew the back trails—but no one had dared approach since Fernmere.“You came alone?” Asher asked.Lorna nodded. “They didn’t want me to. Said I was wasting time. That Raven’s Peak wouldn’t help us. But I—I had to try.”She looked at Ember then, with something close to recognition. N
Pov: Ember. The apartment smelled like warm milk and lavender. Morning light filtered through sheer curtains as Ember stepped into the small back room where Lira sat rocking her baby gently. Caelen, nestled in a bassinet nearby, kicked softly in his sleep, fists opening and closing.“He’s finally down,” Lira whispered, voice low but tired.Ember passed her a warm mug. “You look like you could use this more than I can.”Lira accepted it with a faint smile. “Thanks. I forget how small they stay at this age.”Ember sat beside her on the couch. “It feels like you blink and they’re already running into trouble.”The quiet between them was soft, filled with the occasional coo from Caelen’s bassinet.“I don’t want to just sit here,” Lira said after a long moment. “I know I have the baby, and I know I’m still grieving Cael, but I need to do something, Ember. For him. For them.”Ember looked over at her. “You will. You’re here. That’s already something.”Lira nodded, eyes brimming but steady.