LOGINChapter 18: Red DressThree days since the photograph. The curtains stayed closed. The picture lived inside a hardcover book on the top shelf of my closet, between pages 212 and 213, where Wren couldn’t reach it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.The gala was Saturday. Ashworth Trading threw it every November for the children’s hospital. Every year I wore black and shook hands for four hours.When I came out of the shower, Dara was sitting on my bed. She had laid something across the quilt.Red. Silk. Narrow straps, a low open back.I stopped in the doorway.“No.”“You wore this the night he came home.”“I’m not wearing it.”“Then wear a lie.” Dara held it up by the straps. “The one that says you’re fine. The one that says you haven’t thought about him once. It doesn’t have to be true, Vesper. It just has to work.”I looked at it for a long time. It still smelled faintly of the cedar chest I had kept it in for five years.I took it.“The zipper’s fixed,” Dara said.“I know. I fixe
Chapter 17: The Stranger AlphaThree days since I told Kade to do the test. No call. I had stopped checking my phone and started checking it every four minutes.“The synergies alone,” Julian Ames said, “are extraordinary.”I had stopped listening at minute two. Eleven board members sat around the long glass table, and every one of them was nodding at a spreadsheet I had already read twice. Priya sat at my elbow with her notebook open. Her pen hadn’t moved in ten minutes.The doors opened.“Ah.” Julian was on his feet before the man was through them. “Here he is. Alpha Vale. Mr. Vale. Please, please, sit.”“Julian. I’m a guest. Sit.” The voice was warm, easy, almost amused. Julian sat so fast his chair squeaked.He was tall, in a navy suit, fair hair swept back from a face that was very easy to look at. He shook hands down the line. He remembered names. He asked one of our directors about her daughter’s recital.When he reached me, the heat under my ribs went flat and still. My nails p
Chapter 16: Terms and ConditionsVESPERI wrote the contract by hand, on the back of hospital forms, at three in the morning.I wanted every word to be mine. No lawyers. No templates. Just a pen, a page, and thirty days. The same thirty days the council had given us. I had done that math too.At eight o’clock sharp, Kade walked down the pediatric hall with Dorian a few steps behind him. I was waiting outside Wren’s room with the page in my hand and a cup of cold coffee I hadn’t touched.“Read it,” I said. “Then sign it.”I had titled it Thirty Day Agreement. Underneath, in five numbered lines:1. Every visit is supervised. I am in the room.2. Wren decides every visit. If she says no, the answer is no.3. No secrets. Anything about her health, the pack, or the council, he tells me first.4. No tracking. No phones, no devices, no men following her.5. No touching Wren without her permission.Kade took the pen from my hand. He signed at the bottom before I had finished sliding the page
Chapter 15: The Dawn CouncilKADEThe moon hall was cold at dawn. It always was.It was a round room with a stone floor and a high ceiling open at the center, where the last of the night showed through as a gray circle. The elders sat in a half ring at the far end, behind a long black table. Nine seats. Most of the people in them had known me since I was a boy.Corwin stood to the left of the table, hands folded, calm as always. Four of the elders had turned their chairs slightly toward him. I noticed that. I noticed everything this morning, because I hadn’t slept. I kept thinking of her asleep in that chair with my coat on her shoulders. I pushed the thought away. Not here.Rhea sat behind her father in black. She didn’t look at me.My eyes went to the empty chair at my left. The Luna’s chair. There was dust on the arm. Nobody had sat in it for five years.Dorian walked half a step behind me. I could feel him there.“You’re late, Alpha,” Elder Thess said. She was the oldest at the ta
Chapter 14: Dark WardThe lights went out at 2:07 in the morning.I know the time because I was looking at the wall clock when it happened. One second the room had the green glow of the monitors. The next it was black, and every machine stopped beeping at once.I was in the chair beside Wren’s bed. I hadn’t slept. I had told myself I was only resting my eyes. Dara was on the sofa under the window, one arm hanging off the edge, snoring softly.“Dara,” I whispered.She didn’t answer.Then I heard the door handle turn.It moved slowly. Whoever was out there had practiced that.I didn’t move. I don’t know why. Something under my ribs told me to stay still, a low heat that had never been there before. It was steady. It was waiting.The door opened a few inches. A shape slid inside and pushed it shut behind her. Soft shoes on tile. I smelled her before I saw her. Hand sanitizer, old coffee, and under that something sharp and bitter that made my nose sting.And I could see. Not everything. E
Chapter 13: The Price of BloodVESPERNobody moves for a long time.Maren Voss stands in the doorway with the paper bag open in her hands. The baby gown lies on top. Ivory thread. My stitches. I know every one of them."You have the wrong person," I say again. It sounds weak even to me."Then I'm an old woman making a fool of herself." She steps inside and closes the door without a sound. "But I don't think I am."I move between her and the bed. My body does it before my mind does. Maren sees it. Her eyes drop to my clenched hands, then come back to my face."I'm not here to take her," she says. "If I wanted that, I'd have brought guards. I came alone. I told no one. Not Kade. Not Corwin. Especially not Corwin.""Why especially?"She looks at the monitor, at Wren, then at me. "Five years ago a healer told my son you were pregnant and overwrought and needed rest. That healer worked for Corwin. I've spent five years finding out what else she lied about."The room is very quiet. The moni







