로그인RowanHer five minutes took eleven, and I counted every one of them standing at the foot of those stairs with my hands in fists.Chase kept offering to go up. I kept saying no. Lake stood by the door chewing his thumbnail, which he does when he's too frightened to talk, and the baker's granddaughter watched us from behind the counter with a tray of rolls held against her chest like armor.When Athena came down she looked ordinary. That was what scared me. No tears, no shake in her hands. She walked straight to me and put my knife back in my palm, handle first, and her fingers were ice."He's not going to run," she said."You can't know that.""He told me what he wants." She glanced at Lake. "He wants to see his daughter once. From across a street. Then he'll hand himself over.""To who?""To us.""Athena." I kept my voice low. "He built the thing that nearly hollowed out three hundred people.""And he's the reason we found the ledgers." She held my eyes. "I'm not saying he's good. I'm
AthenaThe bakery smelled so good it felt like an insult.Warm bread, cinnamon, something burnt sugar sweet drifting out into the grey street. We'd parked two corners away, and I stood on the pavement in my plainest coat while Chase scanned the windows and Lake muttered to the earpiece Dena had forced on him. Rowan stood beside me, one hand not quite touching my back."Behind you," I said."I'm beside you.""That's not behind.""It's a compromise." He glanced down. "I'm allowed one."I didn't argue. My stomach was knotted too tight.The shop was small, with a bell over the door and a counter covered in trays of rolls. A girl of maybe sixteen was wiping flour off a shelf. She looked up, saw four strangers and a man the size of a wardrobe, and her eyes went very round."We're not here for trouble," I said. "We'd like to talk to the owner.""Gran's upstairs." She backed up a step. "Is it about the letter?"Rowan and I looked at each other."What letter?""The one that came yesterday. She
RowanThe letter came on a Sunday, tucked inside a bag of flour.Peri found it. She was unpacking the kitchen delivery and pulled out a sealed envelope that didn't belong, thick cream paper, my name on the front in a hand I'd only ever seen on ledgers. She brought it to me holding it away from her body, like it might go off."It was at the bottom," she said. "Under the flour. The driver swears he didn't touch it.""Did you open it?""I'm not stupid, Alpha.""I didn't say you were.""You looked like you were thinking it." She pushed it into my hands. "Please be careful. Amara likes you."I took it to the study and shut the door. Lake was there already, because Lake is always there, and he took one look at the envelope and stood up."Don't," he said."It's addressed to me.""It's from a man who's supposed to be in a cell.""It's from a man who got out of one." I slit the seal with my thumbnail. "Sit down, Lake."He sat. He didn't like it.Inside was a single page. No threats, no riddles
AthenaAldith couldn't work the kettle.That was how I found out how much we'd taken for granted. She stood in the east wing kitchen at six in the morning, holding it like a live thing, staring at the little blue flame as if it might bite. Eighty seven years old, and for sixty of them she'd lived in a round tower with other people's hands doing everything."You press the knob," I said from the doorway. "Then turn.""I did turn.""You turned it the wrong way.""It has a right way?" She looked genuinely wounded. "Everyone keeps telling me there's a right way to everything."I laughed and went to help. We stood shoulder to shoulder at the stove, two women with the same mouth, and the flame caught, and she made a small delighted sound that went straight into my chest."There," I said."Oh," she said. "I did it.""You did.""Don't tell Brisa. She'll be insufferable.""She's already insufferable. She taught Ziri to cheat at cards."Aldith's whole face creased. She had a laugh like mine, sid
RowanFour bonds stayed gone.Lake brought me the count on the road south, reading it off his notebook in the flat voice he uses when he's trying not to have a voice at all. Four pairs, out of nearly three hundred. Old couples mostly, thin threads already, the kind Aldith had warned about. Four people who'd wake up married to a stranger they'd once loved."Four," I said."Four." He closed the notebook. "It's a good number, Rowan. It could have been all of them.""Tell that to the four."He didn't answer. That's why I keep him.We'd brought Aldith with us. Nobody had decided it out loud. She just got in the third car between Brisa and Ione, still wearing her grey wool, her knitting in her lap, and the three of them rode south without speaking, their shoulders touching. Odalys drove. She kept glancing in the mirror like she expected the back seat to vanish.Athena slept against me for the first two hours. Properly slept, mouth open, hand fisted in my coat. I didn't move. My arm went num
AthenaAldith walked down those stairs like a woman crossing a river on stones.I kept hold of her hand the whole way. It was dry and light and shook like a leaf, and every few steps she stopped and said "I can't," and I said "Okay, rest," and we rested, and then she went on. Rowan came behind us. I could feel him there, a warm wall at my back, the red cord between us gone quiet.Brisa was at the bottom. Ione beside her. Odalys a step off, arms crossed tight like she was holding herself together.Nobody said anything.Aldith stopped on the last stair. She looked at her daughters, two old women in wet coats, and her mouth worked."You got so old," she said.It was the stupidest thing. It was also the only thing. Brisa made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, and crossed the floor, and then all three of them were holding on in the dark doorway, grey heads together, and I turned my face away because it wasn't mine to watch.Rowan took my hand. I let him."That was brave," he murmured.
Rowan's Pov The door slammed shut, the vibration heavy in my heart.I wiped off the blood with the wipes from Lake.“What a bit—” I shot Lake a glare, he paused half way, “your highness, how could you stand up for that omega that doesn't know her place” he grumbled. “It's fine. I hurt her too.
Athena“At least, the moon goddess could have mated me to someone easier to keep around, maybe as a mistress. But with her no way” he said distastefully. I staggered back, everything from the previous night flashing through my thoughts, years of pain and humiliation came crashing down.He was like
Athena “I should be the one asking that.” His eyes narrowed,I racked my brains for answers, my brain felt foggy, but bits and pieces of last night's encounter came back. I shot up from the bed instantly, a whimper escaped my lips, I hadn't felt it cause the bed supported me but now I did. My ba
AthenaI tugged at my collar, my head dizzy, everything around me tilted sideways, the heat was growing, which was practically speaking impossible within these four words.“Greetings Your highness” a voice greeted and sauntered off, I could barely make out who it was, my senses were getting duller,







