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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four

Auteur: Pure Moon
last update Date de publication: 2026-11-08 12:49:54

MARCUS POV

My hands smelled like salt and rope. I was scrubbing them in a bucket at the back of the warehouse when Pell's grandson came running to say I had visitors, and by the time I got up the stairs of Elena's house I already knew.

Nobody comes across the sea in mid-season to talk about weather.

Camille was in the kitchen, in the same chair she'd sat in when I was twelve and had cut my hand on a broken jar and she'd bound it with a clean rag and said, Don't you dare cry, you're an Alpha's
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    Marcus went down on one knee in my kitchen.He did it slowly, careful of the wounded shoulder, until his face was level with Wren's. Nobody breathed. Camille had a hand over her mouth. Finn was studying the ceiling beam with the intensity of a man trying not to be seen."I have to go home for a little while," Marcus said. "There are people there who need me.""Like us?" Wren asked."Not like you. You're the ones I need." He said it so plainly that something turned over under my ribs. "But they have been waiting a long time, and I owe them a visit. So I'll go. And then I'll come back.""When?""In seven days.""How many is that?"He held up his hand and spread his fingers. Then he folded two down, slowly, and showed her. "Five and two. Count them with me."Wren put her thumb back in her mouth and considered his hand with enormous suspicion. Then she took her thumb out and said, "You have to say it again when you come back.""Say what?""That you came back."His throat moved. "I'll say

  • Second Chance for the Discarded Luna    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four

    MARCUS POV My hands smelled like salt and rope. I was scrubbing them in a bucket at the back of the warehouse when Pell's grandson came running to say I had visitors, and by the time I got up the stairs of Elena's house I already knew.Nobody comes across the sea in mid-season to talk about weather.Camille was in the kitchen, in the same chair she'd sat in when I was twelve and had cut my hand on a broken jar and she'd bound it with a clean rag and said, Don't you dare cry, you're an Alpha's son. Finn stood behind her. Elena sat at the end of the table, still, with her hands flat on the wood. She looked at me when I came in and then looked away, quickly. That was how I knew it was bad, and that it wasn't hers."Sit down, boy," Camille said."I'd rather stand.""I'd rather you didn't fall." She pushed out a chair with her foot. I sat.For a long moment nobody spoke. Down in the street someone was laughing at a joke. The ordinary sound of it was almost unbearable."It's about Damon,"

  • Second Chance for the Discarded Luna    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Three

    Corin made him wait.I know because I was at the counting house window upstairs, pretending to check a shipping manifest, and I watched Marcus stand in the doorway below for a full quarter of an hour while Corin finished a letter, blotted it, read it again, and sanded it. Marcus did not shift his weight once. He stood with his hands behind his back like a soldier waiting for sentence."You're staring," Petra said from the next desk."I'm reviewing the manifest.""It's upside down."I turned it over. Petra grinned and went back to her accounts, but her pen had not moved in ten minutes either.Downstairs, Corin finally looked up. I could not hear what was said, only the shapes of it, so I leaned out a little farther than was dignified. Corin's mouth was hard. Marcus spoke briefly. Corin said something shorter. Then Corin stood, walked around the desk, and looked Marcus up and down like a horse he had no intention of buying.Petra gave up on pretense and came to the window with me. "He's

  • Second Chance for the Discarded Luna    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two

    They held the trial on the quay, in the open, because Aldous Brandt said a city that had been robbed in daylight should judge in daylight.Someone had hauled the council table out onto the stones and bolted a chair to either end of it. The wind came in off the water, smelling of tar and old smoke, and it lifted the corners of every paper Elara had stacked in front of her. She pinned them down with her inkwell and did not look up when they brought Ashra out.Ashra walked between two guards with her chin high. They had taken her silver rings and her cloak, and someone had given her a gray prison shirt two sizes too big, but she wore it like court dress. She found me in the crowd at once. She smiled the way you smile at a stranger who owes you money."Don't," Marcus murmured beside me."I'm not doing anything.""Your hands are."I looked down. I had Kai's little knitted cap crushed in my fist. I smoothed it flat and tucked it into my sleeve. Kai was at the house with Marta's niece, and W

  • Second Chance for the Discarded Luna    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One

    My father came down the gangway the way he did everything, without hurry and without wasted motion, a tall, spare man in a plain gray traveling cloak, his white-streaked hair blown wild by the sea wind. Kellan walked half a step behind him, grinning like a boy. Behind them came a stout, silver-haired woman I would have known anywhere, wrapped in a shawl and clutching a basket, and a lean, dark young man with a warrior's careful eyes.Camille. And Finn.I did not remember deciding to run. I only remember that the quay stones rang under my feet, and that Kai bounced on my hip shrieking "Gan-pa? Gan-pa?" though he had never seen the man in his life, and that when I reached the bottom of the gangway my father opened his arms and I walked straight into them, children and all, and he held on to the three of us as though we might blow away."Elena," he said into my hair. "My girl. My girl.""You came.""You think I could stay at my desk? Camille had to tie me to a chair for two days before s

  • Second Chance for the Discarded Luna    Chapter One Hundred Thirty

    He was packing when I found him. There was not much to pack. A sea-bag sat open on the narrow bed in the room he had slept in for the last year, and into it he was folding his few shirts one by one, with the careful, economical movements of a man who has spent his whole life learning to carry only what he needs."You don't have to go today," I said from the doorway."I know." He did not turn. "That's why it has to be today."I came in and sat on the edge of the bed, and Rhys went on folding for a moment, and then he stopped, and set the shirt down, and sat beside me with his hands loose between his knees."I told you I'd fight beside you and then leave," he said. "I meant it. I didn't mean it as a punishment, Elena, or a performance. I meant that if I stay in this house, in this port, within sight of you every morning, I'll spend every day half waiting for you to change your mind. And you won't, and that will be a kind of slow cruelty to both of us.""I might," I said, and was appalle

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