ArloI’ve come to the hasty conclusion that cities are too loud. Too crowded. Too fake. I scowl at the sleek buildings and the endless stream of people moving like ants across the cracked sidewalks. Even the air smells wrong here. All exhaust fumes and burnt food instead of pine sap and clean earth."Are you going to stare holes through the skyline the whole time we’re here?" Hilda murmurs beside me, tugging her bag onto her shoulder. The one she’s too damn stubborn to let me carry.I know what everyone must be thinking. Look at that giant, hulking asshole, making the tiny female carry her own bag. They don’t know every inch of the tiny female is made up of obstinacy stronger than steel."I might," I grunt. “It hasn’t done anything to make me feel like I should be nice to it.”She snorts and smacks my arm, but there's affection in the gesture. Scarlett's already sorted out rooms at a nearby inn, something called The Ivy Hollow.It looks quaint enough and at least in here I can’t smell
Packing should be a simple task, but I keep folding and refolding the same pair of leggings, my mind miles away. Chris’ outburst is still ringing in my ears. He’s never spoken to me in that kind of tone before.I know he’s struggling with something, and the wall he’s built between us has been growing higher every day.Scarlett might be able to reach him. She always had a way of getting him to open up, even when he tries to act like everything’s fine.I’m surprised she hasn’t picked up on it and started bugging him already. But she’s preoccupied with her own life now. And with Erik.That boy has her head so far in the clouds I’m amazed she remembers how to walk. Not that I blame her. I remember what it was like to fall hard and fast. It just feels different, watching it happen to your daughter.I zip up my bag and glance at Arlo, who’s folding his clothes with mechanical precision. “I hope we can find a decent inn in Raventon. I don’t want to stay in some dirty, run-down place,” I comm
ElliottWhen my parents sit me down and tell me we’re traveling to Raventon with the others, I nod like it’s no big deal. Like my stomach isn’t twisting into knots. Like the words don’t feel like blades, cutting through the careful calm I’ve wrapped around myself these past months.I offer a smile that feels tight and shallow. My mother watches me closely, her eyes narrowed like she knows there’s more I’m not saying. She always does, because she notices everything.“It’ll be great to see Scarlett,” she says. “And I’m sure spending time with Arlo and Hilda will be fun. They’re normally pretty entertaining. And of course Chris will be there.”Chris. Broody, beautiful, explosive Chris. He’s exactly the reason I want to lock myself in my room and not come out until they’ve left without me.I keep my smile in place and nod again, excusing myself as casually as I can and heading to my room. I shut the door and lean against it, exhaling slowly. My chest feels too tight. It always does when I
SigneThe minute I walk into Häxa, I know Erik hasn’t been back here. The protective wards I laced into the doorway whisper of his absence.He also didn’t come home last night. His room hasn’t been disturbed, and there’s no trace of his footsteps in the dew-slick path outside. My son spent the night with her. A chill slides down my spine. Who knows what could happen if he gets her pregnant. Maybe that’s what she wants?I busy myself with inventory, pretending I’m not worried. Not suspicious. Not furious. But the roots I’m grinding into powder are reduced to dust far too quickly under my hands.The bell over the door chimes and I don’t have to look up to know who it is. I can feel him, the bond between us as mother and son tugging like a current. I lift my head and see Erik and Scarlett entering together, holding hands like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s anything but.Scarlett has the good grace to look nervous. Erik just looks determined. Scarlett murmurs a greeting. S
CereliaI find Soren in the small greenhouse behind our cottage, barefoot in the soil, sleeves rolled up, coaxing life from the delicate sprigs of moonwort and wolfsage. He doesn’t look up as I approach, but I feel him sense me.“Hilda and Arlo are going to Raventon,” I say softly. He glances up at me then, squinting against the early sun. “Let me guess. You’re going with them.”I nod. “Scarlett invited us. She’d like me to see if I can help figure out what or who these dark forces are. Erik knows everything now. About her magic and her lineage. I can’t just sit here if she needs me, I have to help her. I’d love to learn more about Volur magic and seidr from Erik and his mother as well.”He sets down the shears and wipes his hands on his pants. “Here’s my answer,” he says, crossing the greenhouse to me and curling a hand around the back of my neck. “You’re not going without me.”I blink at him. “Soren-” I start to protest. “I’m not stopping you,” he cuts in gently. “I’m telling you I’
HildaThe morning sun slices through the bedroom window like a golden blade, glinting across the polished wooden floors and warming the edge of our bed. I’m in a great mood after talking to Scarlett.I stretch, naked and smug, and roll onto Arlo's broad chest, trailing soft kisses along the line of his jaw. He groans, still mostly asleep, but his arm tightens around me and that very familiar hardness presses against my thigh."Mmm," I murmur, nibbling at the shell of his ear before sucking on the lobe. "I think you might be a father-in-law soon. Who knows, maybe even a grandfather. Grandpappy Arlo... has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?"He snorts but doesn't open his eyes. "You're evil in the morning.""And yet you keep me around," I purr, sliding on top of him, rubbing my slick folds against his swollen shaft, just to tease. I love the way his body tenses beneath me, his breath catching as I press down a little harder.His eyes finally blink open, stormy and hungry. "What the hell
ScarlettThe early morning light is soft and golden as it spills through the curtains, warming the sheets tangled around Erik and me.His arm is heavy over my waist, our legs still knotted together. I trace lazy circles on his chest, my cheek pressed against the smooth skin just below his collarbone. His heartbeat is steady beneath my palm. I never want to move. I never want to lose this moment.Then there’s a gentle tug in the back of my mind, which interrupts my thoughts. Scarlett. It’s my mother.I groan softly at my own thoughtlessness and Erik stirs but doesn’t wake. Sorry, Mom. I meant to get back to you last night. We got to talking and it slipped my mind.It’s fine, my mother answers far too quickly. Suspiciously quickly. She must have been upset after our conversation and I know what my mom does when she gets upset. I have a strong feeling I’m not the only one who was otherwise occupied last night.Mother! Did you forget about my troubles? What did you get up to young lady?N
ScarlettThe moment Erik kisses me again, I feel it.All of it.The truth laid bare between us, the last of our secrets finally confessed, has done something to the air around us. It crackles. It thrums. Like lightning waiting to strike.My heart pounds. There are no masks left. No lies. No pretending.I pull back just enough to whisper, "I love you."His eyes widen, breath catching. I keep going before I lose my nerve. "I know it’s fast. I know we’ve only just started this. But I know my own heart, Erik. I’ve never been more sure of anything."He stares at me for a long moment, then cups my face in his hands, eyes burning into mine. "You’re not the only one who knows what they want. I love you too, Scarlett. Gods, I love you." And then there’s no more talking.The couch dips beneath us as I straddle him, kissing him like I’ll never get enough. His hands slip beneath my shirt, warm palms brushing over bare skin. When his thumbs sweep over my nipples, I gasp, arching into him. My finge
ErikScarlett sits next to me, her eyes still shimmering with the echo of a thousand different emotions. I can’t stop staring at her. Not just because she’s beautiful, although she is, heartbreakingly so, but because something’s shifted between us.Like the air’s changed weight. Like we’ve stepped from a world of pretending into something real. She knows everything now. She knows about the prophecy, and she’s still here."How much do you know about your magic?" I ask gently, not wanting to shatter this fragile, wonderful moment between us.She considers my questions carefully. "Not everything, but enough.""How long have you known?" I ask.She hesitates, then sighs. "I’ve known that I’m able to do magic since I was little. I have visions. Not very often, but when they come, they’re extremely vivid. I don’t always understand them, but they always come true and then it all makes sense.""Visions?" I sit forward, stunned. She offers a small, sheepish smile. "Yeah. Since I was really youn