登入Salome’s POV
“Stay low and keep your eyes on that front door,” Clementine whispered, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white.
I leaned forward, my breath fogging the glass of the passenger window. Outside, the Vane house sat like a silent tomb against the grey sky. Portia walked up the porch steps first. Her face was a mask of cold stone, showing nothing to the world. Her mother trailed behind her, looking frantic. Mrs. Vane ke
Salome’s POV“Is the heat bothering you, or is it just the company?”Aiden wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his skin slick with sweat. He grabbed his water glass, pushed open the sliding glass door, and stepped onto the balcony. The wind rushed into the room, cool and sharp, but it did little to dissipate the tension clinging to the air inside.Richard finished his second bowl of stew, stood up, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He followed Aiden outside. Both men had unbuttoned their shirts halfway, leaving their chests exposed to the night air. I sat at the table, my throat tight. I watched the way their muscles bunched and shifted under their skin. Richard had the thick, dense build of a man trained for protection, but Aiden was surprisingly solid, matching him almost inch for inch.“My brother is obsessed with showing off,” Clementine said. She rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on Richard. She thought she was being subtle, but I saw her eyes trace the line of h
Salome’s POV"Are you certain we shouldn't be more concerned about Mrs. Vane?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the clatter of silverware.Clementine looked up from her plate, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"I chewed the inside of my lip. My thoughts had been spiraling since we sat down. We were so caught up in the threat Portia posed, but her mother was a different kind of monster. Mrs. Vane protected her daughter with a blind, dangerous loyalty. She had the connections and the lack of conscience to keep Portia from facing any real consequences. If she was willing to gamble the safety of everyone around us to keep her daughter close, she was the true wildfire."Caspian is putting all his weight behind keeping his mother out of trouble," I continued, meeting Clementine’s gaze. "That means he has fewer resources to spare for Portia. But if he succeeds in clearing his mother, he is just freeing up another powerful person who wants us gone."Clementine let out a long breath,
“You knew exactly what you were doing when you pulled out that chair, didn’t you?” I whispered, fixing Clementine with a sharp look.Clementine just blinked, her expression a mask of manufactured innocence as she slid into her own seat. Beside me, the space felt too small. I had spent the last twenty minutes hiding in the kitchen, scrubbing pans that were already clean, just to avoid sitting next to Jeremiah. Now, trapped between him and the end of the table, my skin hummed. I could feel the heat radiating from his shoulder, a physical weight that made my pulse jump.I kept my eyes locked on the table. Beside me, Jeremiah remained silent. He didn’t reach out, didn’t brush against me, and didn’t use that nickname that had set my nerves on fire in the car. Maybe he was finally reading the room. I focused on the steam rising from the lobster mashed potatoes, grateful for the distraction as everyone began to serve themselves.“So,” Clementine said, her voice cutting through the clatter of
Salome’s POV“Are you actually going to stand by and let him say that to me?”The question hung in the air like a sudden drop in pressure. The kitchen went deathly quiet. Clementine froze, her paring knife hovering an inch above a potato. Benedict, who had been pouring red wine into a carafe, let the liquid spill over the rim and pool onto the granite countertop. Richard’s hand jerked, his kitchen knife grazing the cutting board with a sharp, metallic screech. Across the island, Aiden stared at me. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, as if I had just confessed to a terminal illness.Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The silence stretched until my skin started to crawl.I forced a brittle laugh, slapping Jeremiah on the bicep. My palm felt the hard muscle beneath his shirt, rigid as a plank. “He’s just winding us up,” I announced, my voice a pitch too high. “Jeremiah likes to play these little mind games after hours. Says it keeps everyone on their toes.”Clementine blinked, her composure
Salome’s POV“You really think you can just show up everywhere I go without someone noticing the pattern?”Benedict leaned against her car door, her grin sharp enough to cut through the parking lot gloom. My pulse spiked. I gripped my keys until the plastic bit into my palm. Did she know? If she had caught wind of Jeremiah and me, my career was effectively dead in the water.“You’re talking nonsense,” I said. My voice was a little too high. I cleared my throat and forced a laugh. “Go home. Sleep off those drinks you had at lunch. And you’re welcome for the cover-up. Jeremiah didn’t suspect a thing.”Benedict blew a playful kiss my way and slid into her driver’s seat. I didn’t wait to watch her pull away. As soon as I was in my own car, the exhaustion hit me. Every muscle in my back felt like it had been tied in knots. I thought about canceling dinner with Clementine. It would be so easy to just drive home, crawl into bed, and stare at the ceiling. But the thought of a quiet, empty apa
Salome’s POV"Why are you so quiet today, did the workload finally break you?"I looked up from my laptop, my neck stiff from hours of hunching over the desk. I forced a small smile at the empty chair next to me where Benedict usually sat. She had been absent all day, leaving me to scramble through a double load of tasks. The morning haze of exhaustion had settled deep into my bones, making every keystroke feel like a monumental effort. I pushed forward anyway. I had a rhythm to maintain, and the pile of files on my desk was not going to clear itself.By mid-afternoon, the office felt strangely cavernous. I checked on Jeremiah, finding him deep in a conference with his team. He looked focused, his brow furrowed as he scanned a set of blueprints. I didn't want to break his concentration, so I quietly set a cup of hot green tea on the corner of his desk. He glanced up, gave me a brief, tight nod, and turned back to his conversation. I retreated to my station, grateful for the silence.T
Salome’s POV"You look like you're drowning in paperwork, Barnabas," I said, my voice as smooth as the polished mahogany of his desk.I didn't wait for an invitation. I just walked in. The door clicked shut, sealing us in the quiet of the Alpha’s office. I kept my face neutral, a perfect mask of the
Clementine’s POV“I love Salome,” Barnabas said.The words hung in the air like a bad joke. He whispered them as if they were a holy confession, his voice cracking just enough to make me want to gag. I stared at him, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I th
Salome’s POV“Does it sting when I apply the pressure here?”Healer Beatrice moved my head to the side with a light touch. The room smelled like lemon cleaner and old herbs. I sat on the hard paper of the exam table while she dabbed at the jagged red line near my hairline.“I’m fine, Beatrice. It’s
Salome’s POV“Come on, just one more,” Portia said, though her voice lacked its usual sweetness. “I’m only starting to find my rhythm.”I looked at her, then shifted my gaze to Barnabas. He remained a statue, refusing to meet my eyes. Margot stood off to the side, her arms crossed and her mouth set







