Mag-log in~ Avelyn ~ The next thing I knew my back was against the wall of the suite. Xanderâs pressure against me was immediate and total, his lips claiming mine with the kind of certainty that left no room for hesitation, not that I had any. His mouth moved like heâd been thinking about this through every course of that dinner, every loaded glance, every second of that insufferable composure heâd worn like a weapon all evening.I kissed him back with everything I had. Not that I had much of anything right now. I couldnât with his scent knocking out my reasoning. His hands found my waist and wrapped it, found my jaw and gripped it, found my hair and filled his palm with a fistful. He was moving like he couldnât decide where to settle and had chosen everywhere simultaneously and I felt the wall solid behind me and him solid in front of me and the combination of both was making it very difficult to remember that I was a person with thoughts.âXanderâââDonât.â His voice was low against my mou
~ Avelyn ~I stared at the sky. At the ring. At him. Xander Sterling on one knee with an expression that had shed every layer of composure and was simply, entirely open in a way I had never seen from him before and might never see again.âI know what weâve been,â he said, quietly. âI know what I was. What I put you through.â His eyes didnât leave mine. âIâm not asking you to forget it. Iâm asking you to let me spend the rest of my life making it right.â A breath. âYou and Ciara. Thatâs all I want. Thatâs everything.âThe city hummed below us. The drones held their formation. The candles moved in some invisible current of air.I nodded.I was aware I was nodding with a frequency and enthusiasm that was not entirely dignified but I could not locate my words so nodding was what was available to me and I committed to it fully.Something moved across his face. Relief, maybe, or the particular expression of a man whoâd been holding his breath for longer than heâd admitted to himself. He too
~ Avelyn ~I didnât know what Xander was planning this time. But I knew it was deliberate on his part. Iâd asked twice and received the same response both time. A look that communicated that the question had been heard and would not be answered so Iâd stopped asking and spent the better part of the week in a state of low-grade anticipation that I refused to call nerves.It was nerves.The women arrived at four.Three of them, professional and efficient, with more equipment than I owned in my entire bathroom. They set up in my bedroom with the quiet competence of people who did this regularly and knew better than to ask unnecessary questions, and then they got to work.I sat in the chair theyâd positioned by the window and let them.That was the strangest part. Normally Iâd have something to say, some observation, some deflection, something to fill the space. But I sat quietly while hands moved through my hair and someone else opened a case of jewellery and a third laid out a dress o
~ Avelyn ~Shopping with Xander was an experience I was wholly unprepared for.It wasnât that he was difficult. It was that he was thorough. Every aisle, every option, considered with the same focused attention heâd given Ciara an hour ago. He picked things up, examined them, made decisions with the quiet efficiency of a man who was accustomed to being right.He also kept putting things in the cart that I hadnât asked for and then moving on before I could object, which was a technique I recognised and deeply resented.âShe doesnât need that,â I said, for approximately the fifth time.âShe might.ââSheâs not going to need a cashmere blanket, Xander.ââYou donât know that.â He defendedâSheâs going to spit up on it within forty minutes ofâââThen weâll get another one.â He placed it in the cart and moved on and I stood there for a second before following, because that was the only available option.But there were also moments, small ones â where heâd stop and hold something up and lo
~ Avelyn ~I heard the cars before I saw them.That should have been my first warning.Iâd just picked Ciara up from daycare, a decision I was still adjusting to, the particular guilt of leaving a seven month old with strangers because her mother had been spending her mornings standing outside a billionaireâs gate like a woman with nothing better to do and weâd barely been home twenty minutes when I heard the sound of multiple engines pulling onto my street.I went to the window.There were three black cars parked outside my house. And emerging from them, with the kind of coordinated efficiency that suggested military training or very generous tips, were men in suits carrying roses.Not a bouquet.Roses, plural. Dozens of them. Stem after stem after stem, deep red and perfect, filling my small front path like a garden had relocated itself overnight.I stood at the window with Ciara on my hip and watched and said nothing for a long moment.Of course. Of course he did.Xander stepped ou
â Xander âShe was still here.Iâd told her to wait for the rain. A practical reason. Temporary. The kind of thing that meant nothing and I needed it to mean nothing, so I stepped back from the door and from her and put the appropriate distance between us and became myself again.âWait for it to pass.â I kept my back to her. Easier that way. âThen go.â A pause. âDonât come back to the house. Donât send letters to the gate. Donât stop by the office.âSilence.I had expected argument. That was Avelynâs native language with me, push, parry, challenge. What I hadnât expected was the quality of the silence she gave me instead. Heavy and considering.âThatâs it.â Her voice was quiet. Almost to herself.âYes.ââA week.â I could hear her moving, not toward the door, toward me. âA whole week and thatâs what you give me. A list of instructions and a wait for the rain.ââItâs straightforward enough.ââItâs nothing.â The word came out with more force than the ones before it. âYou know what you
~ Avelyn ~Ariana didnât move at first. She just stood there, staring at my stomach as if it had personally betrayed her, as if it had stood up in a courtroom and testified against her.âI came here to disappear,â she said finally. Her voice wasnât loud. It wasnât hysterical. It was worse. Controll
â Xander â They expected rage. And I gave them silence. By the third day, the search units were recalled. By the fourth, surveillance teams were reassigned. By the fifth, I stopped asking for hourly updates. The city exhaled. Whispers spread quickly through the underworld â that I had fin
~ Avelyn ~Kyleâs fingers tightened around mine the moment he felt me slow down.âWhat is it?â he asked softly.I didnât answer.The figure at the end of the corridor began walking toward us, unhurried, composed, like this meeting had been penciled into their day long before I knew it would happen.
~ Avelyn ~Kyle walked me to the door like he was escorting royalty back to her palace instead of a heavily guarded house by the sea.He didnât step in. He stood there.Hand on his chest.DramaticâŚcompletely dramatic.âMademoiselle,â he said, bowing slightly, âwonât you invite me in for tea? After







