LOGINRosalie's POVI brought it up myself, three days later, because some things you can only agree to once you've stopped waiting for someone to talk you into them."I'll do it," I said, over breakfast, no preamble, and watched Elias's spoon pause halfway to his mouth. "The marriage. Paperwork only. I want that in writing before anything else happens, actually, separate rooms, separate lives, no expectations of anything beyond what keeps me alive on paper.""Those were always the terms.""I want to hear you say it again anyway. Out loud, specifically, so there's no confusion later about what either of us agreed to." I met his eyes across the table, steady, needing him to understand this wasn't surrender. "This isn't me trusting you completely. I still don't know what I believe about half of this. But I've thought about it, and I'd rather choose the shield on my own terms than wait until Magnus's people find me and I have no terms left to choose at all.""Separate rooms," he said slowly, l
Elias's POVShe avoided me for most of the day after the fight, which I understood, and didn't push against. But by evening, with the cabin small and the silence between us starting to feel less like peace and more like something rotting, I decided the honesty I'd almost given her that morning deserved to be finished properly instead of left in pieces."Can I say something," I asked, sitting across from her at the small table, "and you don't have to respond to any of it. I just want to finish what I started this morning, the part I cut off."She looked up warily, but didn't refuse, so I took that as permission enough."You asked what I meant, after everything. I want to actually answer that instead of hiding behind 'nothing' again." I laced my fingers together on the table, needing somewhere to put my hands while I said this properly. "I told you about leaving IronVale. About my father, about Easton, about spending years believing I'd never be enough to matter to either of them. What
Rosalie's POVI woke up still angry, which surprised me, because usually a night's sleep dulled things. This time it had just given the fury somewhere quiet to sharpen.Elias was outside when I finally left the cabin, checking the wards Mac had strung around the perimeter, and he glanced up when the door creaked, something careful and searching in his expression, like he was checking whether last night's storm had passed or just gone underground.It hadn't passed."We should talk about the marriage again," he said, and I nearly laughed at the sheer nerve of it, bringing it back up before I'd even had breakfast."You said you wouldn't ask again unless I brought it up.""I'm not asking. I'm telling you Mac heard something in town yesterday I didn't mention last night, because you were already furious and I didn't think piling more onto it would help." He set down the length of rope he'd been checking, and something in his face had gone grim in a way that made my stomach drop before he e
Elias's POVI'd been turning the idea over for two days before I found the nerve to say it out loud, and even then I picked the worst possible moment, right after dinner, when she'd finally started to look something like relaxed, curled up near the fire with her hair still damp from washing it in the stream."I want to talk to you about something," I said, and watched her whole posture shift, wariness sliding back over her like a coat she never fully took off. "Not bad news. Just… a proposal. A practical one.""That's an ominous way to start a sentence.""Probably." I sat across from her, giving her space, needing the distance to say this properly without either of us reading more into my proximity than I meant. "Mac's report changes things. IronVale believes you're dead. That's protection, for now. But it won't last forever, someone eventually spots you in a border town, word travels, and the second anyone confirms you're alive, Magnus has every legal justification to finish what he
Rosalie's POVMac came back on the fourth day, boots caked in mud to the ankle and a canvas sack over one shoulder, and I knew from the set of his jaw before he said a single word that whatever he'd learned in town wasn't going to be gentle."You made good time," Elias said, taking the sack from him, and Mac gave a short nod that didn't match the tightness around his eyes."Didn't stay longer than I had to." He glanced at me, then back at Elias, some silent question passing between them that I recognized instantly for what it was, a decision about how much of the truth I was allowed to hear."Just tell me," I said, before either of them could decide for me. "Whatever it is. I'd rather know."Mac hesitated a moment longer, then set the sack down by the door and dropped onto the bench across from the fire, rubbing a hand over his jaw like the words needed extra effort to come out."Word's spread through every border town between here and IronVale," he said finally. "The whole story. Eas
Elias's POVShe went quiet after the fire burned low, staring into the coals with an expression I was starting to recognize, the one that meant she'd wandered somewhere I couldn't follow without an invitation."Can I ask you something," she said, not really a question, more of a warning that one was coming."Ask.""Do you ever hear yours? Your wolf. Talking to you, or, I don't even know the right word for it." She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and the firelight caught the uncertainty on her face before she managed to smooth it away. "I've never asked anyone that directly. It felt too much like admitting something."Something in my chest went tight, it always did that whenever the conversation drifted anywhere near her wolf, or the absence of one. "Constantly," I said. "Mine's opinionated. Doesn't shut up half the time, honestly.""What's it like? The talking. Is it words, or…""More like pressure, sometimes. Instinct with a voice attached. He wants t







