Mag-log in"He's doing it." "He is." He paused. "Which is why I think the next thing he does will be worse." "Worse than a photograph in a box?" "That was a message, Ethan. He'll send another when he's sure we've understood the first." His voice was very quiet. "Men like Voss escalate in steps. First the
Ethan pov My father didn't say anything for a long time. We were in his study with the door shut. The white box sat on the desk between us, its blue ribbon limp, the photograph and the card beside it on a clean sheet of paper. Rhys stood by the window with his arms crossed. Delaney's voice came
*Careful,* my wolf said. He lay across the threshold of my mind, ears up, unconvinced. *I know.* *Quiet is not peace.* *I know. Let me have one evening.* He grunted and put his head down, but his eyes stayed open. --- The box came Friday morning. Tomas found it at the gate when he came
Ethan pov Voss didn't send an army. He sent a trickle, and for four days it nearly worked. The first came Friday at dawn, two men in a rented pickup who parked at the north gate and asked Tomas to "pass along a message to Ms. Dawn." Tomas passed along nothing, logged their plates, and let them i
He didn't say anything else. He stood and let it hang, and I understood it was meant to follow her around the house for weeks, in the hall and the garden and the dark. *Let me,* my wolf growled, so low it vibrated my teeth. *Let me go down there. Let me remind him what he's standing next to.* *N
Ethan pov It took three of us to get them off the road. Neither woman wanted to let go. Elena had Marissa's face in her hands again, thumbs moving over her cheekbones as if she were checking they were real. Marissa kept saying "I'm okay, I'm okay" and crying harder with every repetition. In the







