Se connecterI woke to chaos.Elena, now three and a half, was jumping on the bed.“Mama! Papa! Wake up! Baby Thomas is crying!”Ares groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “It’s your turn.”“I did the midnight feeding.” I shoved him. “Your turn.”He stumbled out of bed, scooping up Elena in one arm while heading to the nursery.I heard him soothing Thomas, our eighteen-month-old son, and smiled.Three children now. Elena, Thomas, and the new baby growing in my belly.Our family was expanding. Thriving.I got up, stretching, and moved to the window.The sun was just rising over the lake, painting everything gold.In the distance, I could see the castle—our castle now. We’d reclaimed it, but we only visited occasionally for official business.This cabin was our real home.Where we were happy. Where we were safe. Where we were us.Ares returned with both children, Thomas on his hip, Elena holding his hand.“Someone wants breakfast,” he announced.We made our way to the kitchen together, the mornin
LeahWe returned to the safe house as dawn broke.Elena was indeed sleeping peacefully, exactly as Elinor had left her.I picked her up, holding her close, breathing in her baby smell.“Mama’s here,” I whispered. “Mama’s back. And you’re safe now. We’re all safe.”Ares’s arms came around both of us, and we stood like that for a long moment.A family.Reunited. Safe. Whole.“What now?” I finally asked.“Now?” Ares smiled tiredly. “Now we go home.”“Where’s home?”“Wherever we want it to be.” He kissed the top of my head. “The castle. The cabin. Somewhere entirely new. Wherever you and Elena are, that’s home.”“The cabin,” I said immediately. “Let’s rebuild it. Make it ours again.”“Then that’s what we’ll do.”We rested for a day at the safe house, both of us too exhausted to travel.That night, after Elena was asleep and Elinor had discreetly retired, Ares pulled me into his arms.“We won,” he said, wonder in his voice. “We actually won.”“We did.” I traced patterns on his chest. “No m
AresThe castle loomed against the night sky, dark and forbidding.I felt Leah tense beside me as we approached.“Last chance to turn back,” I said quietly.“Not a chance.” Her hand tightened on her sword. “We end this tonight.”We moved through the shadows, avoiding the main gates, heading for the old servant’s entrance Elinor had told us about.It was exactly where she’d said. A small door, partially hidden by overgrown vines.I tested the handle. Locked.“Let me,” Leah whispered.She pulled a thin piece of metal from her belt—something Elinor had taught her—and worked the lock.Within seconds, it clicked open.“Where did you learn that?” I asked.“Elinor has many skills.” She smiled slightly. “Remind me to thank her if we survive this.”We slipped inside, moving through the dark corridors.The castle was quiet. Most of Luciana’s forces would be asleep at this hour.We made our way to the kitchens, then down the back stairs toward the vault level.Everything was going according to p
LeahSeven days.That’s how long we had until the new moon.Seven days of watching Ares heal, of training, of planning.Seven days of waiting for our chance to end this.By day three, Ares could walk without limping. By day five, he was sparring with me again, pushing me harder than ever.“You’re getting better,” he said, blocking my strike. “Faster. Stronger.”“I have good motivation.” I lunged, and he barely parried in time. “Keeping my family alive tends to focus the mind.”“Good.” He disarmed me with a twist of his wrist, my sword flying into the bushes. “But you still telegraph your moves. Luciana will see them coming.”“Then teach me not to.”He did. Spent hours drilling me on reading my opponent, on hiding my intentions, on striking without warning.By day six, I could hold my own against him for several minutes before he inevitably won.“Better,” he said, helping me up from where he’d knocked me down. “Much better. You might actually survive a fight with Luciana now.”“Might?”
AresI found two more scouts that night.Dead.Not killed by me. Not killed by my traps.Killed by someone else. Someone who got to them before I could.Their throats were slit, clean and professional.A message lay pinned to one of their chests with a dagger.Soon.Just that one word in elegant script.Luciana’s handwriting. I recognized it from the marriage documents.She was playing with us. Letting us know she was close. That she could reach us whenever she wanted.I brought the message back to the cabin as dawn broke.Leah was nursing Elena, but she looked up when I entered.One glance at my face and she knew.“What happened?”I showed her the note.Her face went pale. “She killed her own scouts?”“To send a message. To show us she’s in control.” I crumpled the paper. “She’s done gathering information. Now she’s just toying with us.”“What do we do?”“We prepare.” I moved to the window, scanning the forest. “She wants us scared. Wants us making mistakes. We can’t give her that.”
LeahSix weeks after Elena’s birth, I woke with a purpose.I found Ares outside, shirtless, going through combat drills with his sword.Sweat gleamed on his skin as he moved through the forms—slash, parry, thrust, spin.He was beautiful. Deadly. Everything I needed to become.“Teach me,” I said.He stopped mid-swing, turning to face me. “Teach you what?”“To fight. To kill if necessary.” I moved closer. “I won’t be helpless again, Ares. I won’t wait for you to save me. I need to be able to protect myself and Elena.”“You just gave birth six weeks ago…”“And I’m healed now. The healer cleared me. My body is ready.” I met his eyes. “Teach me.”Something shifted in his expression. Pride, maybe. Or hunger.“Alright.” He tossed me a practice sword. “Show me what you know.”I caught it clumsily. “I don’t know anything. That’s why I need you to teach me.”“Everyone knows something. Your body has instincts. Show me.”I swung the sword experimentally. It was heavier than I expected, unbalanced







