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Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Paper Trail
POV: RedThe Louvre stank of money and wet wool. Bodies pressed against bodies in the Grand Gallery, tourists jostling for position in front of paintings they'd forget by dinner. I kept my pace steady, deliberate. My gloved hand skimmed the velvet rope separating us peasants from the masterpieces. I used to love this place. Back when I was stupid enough to believe in beauty for beauty's sake. Now I saw it for what it was: another stage. Another performance space where secrets changed hands under the guise of culture.Céleste walked beside me, playing her role to perfection. The wide-eyed island girl, overwhelmed by European grandeur. She'd practiced this act until it was second nature."The colors, Madame Rosemary." Her voice carried that perfect note of wonder, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. "They are so much more vibrant than in the books.""They are."I split my attention between her performance and my own racing pulse. The baby sat quiet today, a heavy weight low in my b
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower Red
RED'S POVParis glowed like a fucking jewel box outside our suite windows. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching the lights blur and refocus. The city never slept, just like the voices in my head that wouldn't shut up about what I wanted. What I needed.Behind me, Cruz sat in that leather chair like he owned it. Hell, he probably did. The lamplight caught the sharp angles of his face while he pretended to read whatever book he'd picked up. War and Peace. Crime and Punishment. Some heavy shit that made him look intellectual instead of like the brutal cartel prince he actually was.The baby kicked. Hard. Right under my ribs like she was reminding me she existed, like I could forget. My hand went to my stomach automatically, feeling the swell that had transformed my body into something I barely recognized. Six months pregnant with Cruz Castillo's child. If someone had told me a year ago this would be my life, I would've laughed in their face before putting a bullet in th
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Weight of Care
POV: RedThe afternoon light cut through the tall windows and threw long shadows across the Persian rugs. I stood by the glass, watching my reflection blur against the Parisian skyline. The curve of my belly pressed against the fabric of my dress. Undeniable now. It changed everything about how I moved, how I balanced, how I existed in space. My center of gravity had shifted. Literally. Metaphorically. In every way that mattered.I didn't need to turn around to know Cruz was watching me. I felt his gaze like fingers trailing down my spine. Heavy. Certain. A weight I'd learned to measure and catalog over these months.Behind me, leather creaked as he shifted in the armchair. Ice clinked against crystal, but he wasn't drinking. I could feel the intensity of his attention boring into my back."You've been standing there for twenty minutes," he said.His voice cut through my calculations. I'd been mapping timelines in my head. The documentation from the woman in the alley was the key, but
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower New Intelligence
REDThe café on Rue de la Victoire smelled of burnt coffee and damp wool. Outside, rain slicked the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the gray Parisian sky. Rosemary Jensen wrapped her hands around her cup, the porcelain warm against her chilled skin. Three tables away, a woman in a navy trench coat raised her newspaper slightly, their agreed-upon signal.Rosemary stood, leaving half a franc on the table, and walked toward the exit. The woman followed thirty seconds later, her heels clicking against the pavement. They turned left onto Rue Duphot, then right into a narrow alley that smelled of stale cigarettes and urine."You're late," the woman said, her voice sharp as broken glass. She pulled a packet of Gauloises from her pocket and lit one with a silver lighter."The Métro was crowded." Rosemary kept her hands in her pockets, her fingers brushing against the knife she kept there. "Do you have it?"The woman exhaled smoke through her nostrils. "I have something better." She g
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower Reclamation
POV: Red---The door clicked shut. The sound traveled through the floorboards and up into my bones.I sat on the edge of the bed, silk robe cool against my bare skin. I didn't turn around. Didn't need to. The air changed when Cruz walked into a room. It got heavier, charged with electricity that made the hair on my arms stand up. I'd learned to read those shifts during the dark months after my sentencing, when staying alive meant tracking every atmospheric change, every mood swing, every dangerous current.His footsteps crossed the hardwood. Slow. Deliberate. I felt him stop behind me, a wall of heat and muscle that blocked out the Paris skyline glittering through the windows.His hands landed on my shoulders. Firm grip, not bruising, but close. His fingers trembled. Just slightly. Just enough for me to notice.I knew that tremor. I'd felt it before, the night he'd told me about his father. About the empire built on broken backs. About the screams no one was allowed to hear."Cruz,"
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower Retribution
CRUZThe hotel suite held its breath. Twenty-three floors below, the city pulsed with life I couldn't hear through bulletproof glass. I stood at the window, staring at nothing, my reflection a ghost against the lights bleeding into streaks of gold and red. My hands had curled into fists without permission. The knuckles had gone bone white.Twenty minutes. Sebastián had been standing by that door for twenty goddamn minutes since we'd walked in from the gala. He knew the rules. When the mask cracked, when the carefully constructed facade of Enrique Cruz - philanthropist, businessman, reformed criminal - shattered into pieces, he waited. He always waited.I could feel the pressure building in my skull. A headache that started at the base of my spine and crawled upward, vertebra by vertebra, until my jaw ached from clenching."He sat across a courtroom from her." The words scraped out of my throat like gravel. "Sentenced her to my island like she was nothing. Like she was garbage he could
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Cost of Survival
POV RedI'm considering how to engineer that when I notice Tomás Arrieta. He's a younger guard, dark-haired, with a posture that tries to be authoritative but only lands about sixty percent of the time. He's appearing in my section of the yard with a frequency that has nothing to do with his rotati
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower Arrival
POV RedThe iron gate doesn't echo; it lands. It's a heavy, metallic period at the end of a sentence I didn't get to write. I file the sound away and walk.Inside, the fortress is a masterclass in inescapable geometry. Salt-crusted stone walls, three feet thick, curve inward at the top like they're
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Crossing
POV RedThe processing facility smells like cheap soap and something rotting underneath that won't wash away. A man at a folding table never looks up from his book as he takes my life away piece by piece: my watch, my earrings, the twenty-three dollars in my wallet, and the wallet itself."Next," h
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Verdict
POV RedThe courtroom smells like old wood, sweat, and something sharp that makes my stomach twist. I stand with my hands clasped together, trying to look innocent while my whole body shakes. I count the faces in the gallery to keep from screaming. Forty-three. I count them again. Not one of them l
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