LOGINHey loves, Lady P❣️ here. We are 13 chapters into our journey and I am still stressed after this. Lila just put a live Council call in Aria’s face in the middle of a packed pack dinner and told her the next visit with Eli depends on what she does in the next three seconds. What does Aria do? Does she stay silent, or does she finally snap? Drop a vote, leave a comment, tell me everything. Your words keep me going. See you in Chapter 14. ❤️
Aria sat on the edge of the bed with the phone still in her hand, the words burning into her. Lila has submitted an updated distress report to the Council tonight. They are reviewing whether the private hour should be suspended before the chambers meeting. You have less time than you think. No name. No signature. Just the threat and the sudden drop in her stomach. Her hands were still shaking from the hallway fight. She locked the screen hard, threw the phone onto the pillow, and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes until it hurt. Everything from the last hour sat on her chest at once — Kael admitting he had gone behind her back to the Council, Damon claiming her in front of him like she was already his, and now this. The private hour wasn’t safe until chambers anymore. It might not even last the night. The knock came soft, but she still flinched. She opened the door knowing exactly who it was. Damon stood there in the same clothes, eyes dark, jaw tight. He looked at her f
Aria stood in the hallway with Kael’s eyes on her and Damon right behind her. The silence stretched. Kael didn’t move. His face stayed closed, but the way his shoulders locked told her he already knew what had happened in that room. Damon stepped out into the corridor, close enough that the heat of him touched her back. “She knows,” Damon said. His voice stayed low. “About the Council. About what you told them.” Kael’s eyes cut from Aria to Damon. “You told her.” “I did.” “That wasn’t yours to give.” “It became mine the second you used it to put her son’s hour at risk.” Damon didn’t raise his voice, but something cold moved under the words. “You don’t get to play both sides and call it protection.” Aria felt the words land hard under her ribs. She looked at Kael and the old wound opened again — the same man who had rejected her, the same man who had kept her unclaimed for three years, now the man who had still found a way to make the threat against Eli worse. Her chest went tigh
Damon did not move aside. He stood in the doorway looking at her like he had known she would come. The light from his room cut across Aria’s face. Behind her the house was quiet. Kael’s door at the far end of the corridor remained closed. The three-day deadline sat between all of them like a held breath. “Come in,” Damon said. Aria stepped inside. He closed the door without touching her. The room smelled of him — clean skin, faint cedar, the residual heat of someone who did not sleep much. She stood near the centre of the space and waited. Her pulse was already high in her throat. The unfinished sentence from the night before had been circling in her head for hours, heavier with every loop. Damon walked to the small table near the window, poured two fingers of something dark into a glass, and did not offer her any. He turned and leaned against the table, studying her with that same restless intensity she had seen in the study. “Kael is not as finished with you as he pretends,” he
The three-day deadline sat in the house like a third person who never left the room. Aria barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she heard Damon’s voice cutting off mid-sentence — *what he doesn’t know is that I already*— and then Kael’s voice on the other side of the door delivering the new condition that could take Eli’s private hour away with one missed step. The words kept looping while she stared at the ceiling in the dark. Suspension. Effective immediately. She turned onto her side, then onto her back again, the sheets twisted around her legs. Sleep did not come. When the first grey light touched the window she gave up, pushed the covers away, and sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. The ache behind her eyes felt like it had been there for days. She showered in water that was too hot and stood under the spray until her skin turned pink and the tremor in her hands finally eased. She dressed for the office in the plain dark clothes Damon had told her to we
The front door closed and the silence that followed felt thick enough to choke on, Aria still had the Council’s words sitting under her skin like a bruise that refused to fade, suspension, three days, Eli’s private hour hanging by a thread, Damon turned to her the moment the last set of footsteps faded down the gravel, he didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t need to, the look on his face was enough “They know,” he said “They suspect” “They know enough,” his eyes were dark and restless, “miss that chambers meeting and they take the hour with the boy immediately, that’s not a warning, that’s them putting a gun on the table” Kael shifted a few feet away, still tense from being locked out of the side room earlier, Damon didn’t even glance at him, his attention stayed locked on Aria alone “Go upstairs, shower, change, you still have a job and I still sign your paychecks, eight o’clock tomorrow morning, business clothes, you sit in that morning meeting like none of this is touching you, cl
The door closed with a soft, solid click. The thick wood cut off the rest of the house so completely that for a second the only thing Aria could hear was her own pulse. She stood in the small, windowless room with her back straight and her hands loose at her sides. The space was cold enough that her skin tightened under the long sleeves she had chosen for the check-in. The air smelled of old paper and the faint metallic edge of Council authority. The representative did not offer her a chair. She simply watched Aria for a long moment, eyes moving over her face, her posture, the controlled way she held her shoulders, as if measuring how long it would take for the performance of calm to crack. Aria felt that gaze like a physical touch. Her pulse sat high and hard in her throat. She kept seeing Eli’s face from the private hour, the way he had patted her cheeks with both small hands to make sure she was real, the soft, almost careful way he had said don’t forget me. That hour was the only







