LOGINKayden’s gaze held mine across the kitchen island, steady despite the exhaustion etched into Yulian’s features. “Blindfold,” he said simply. “When you and Yulian want to be together. You don’t have to see Kayden’s face while you’re trying to be with your husband. You just… feel his hands. His voice. The way he actually is with you. None of the visual confusion getting in the way.”I stared at him, the weight of the suggestion settling between us like something fragile and sharp-edged. The practicality of it was so utterly Kayden—direct, selfless on the surface, yet laced with a quiet pain he refused to name. Before I could find words, the hallway door opened with a soft click. Yulian stepped in, still wearing Kayden’s taller, broader frame like an ill-fitting coat. His eyes—those familiar warm depths shining through someone else’s face—found mine immediately.“I agree,” he said, voice low and certain, crossing the room to stand beside his best friend. The two men stood shoulder to sho
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE"THIS WON'T FIX WHAT'S ALREADY BROKEN."MAYA.I sat down across from him."What happened," he said. Quiet. Not pushing. Just open.I looked at my hands on the counter."I couldn't kiss him," I said.Kayden went still."Yulian," I said, because I needed to be clear, because the words alone could mean something else and I would not let them. "He was being so gentle with me tonight. Taking my earrings out. My hair. He kissed me and I—" I stopped. Made myself say it. "My eyes were open. And I saw your face."Kayden did not say anything."I know it's him," I said. My voice was not steady anymore. "I know his hands and I know the way he holds my neck and I know it was my husband kissing me. But my body didn't know that. My body saw you and it just—" I pressed my palm flat against the counter like I needed something solid under it. "It hesitated. And he felt it. And he pulled away and he was so hurt, Kayden, and I couldn't even explain it to him because the explanation is
"WRONG FACE, RIGHT MAN, WRONG EVERYTHING."MAYA.By the time the evening ended I was holding myself together with very little left underneath.Sera was back. Kayden had been asking small careful questions all week that I had been answering with small careful lies, and every single one of them landed slightly wrong, like a key that almost fit a lock and stuck halfway. I could feel him watching me differently now. Not less warmly. More carefully. Like he was looking at a puzzle instead of a person, which was somehow worse than suspicion.And underneath all of it, the deadline. The full moon. Days slipping away while I carried a secret that was getting heavier instead of lighter.I was exhausted in the specific way that had nothing to do with sleep.We had been at a small pack dinner that evening — low-key, a handful of senior families, nothing that required the full performance, but a performance all the same. I had worn the earrings Yulian liked, the ones with the small sapphires that
"THE WOMAN WITH HER FACE."KAYDEN.I told myself a lot of things on the drive home.A cousin, maybe. Some families had that — people who looked enough alike from a distance that the brain filled in the rest. Bad light through frosted glass. A coincidence the city occasionally produced, the way it occasionally produced two people wearing the exact same coat on the same train.I did not believe any of it.I had known Maya for years. I knew her face the way you knew a face you had spent a long time not allowing yourself to look at too closely, which meant I knew it better than I would have if I'd let myself look at it freely. I knew the exact angle of her jaw when she was bracing for something. I knew the precise way her eyes moved when she was deciding what to say next instead of saying what she actually meant.The woman who got out of that car had all of it.Not similar. Identical.I walked the rest of the way back to the penthouse turning it over and getting nowhere, the way you got
"SOMETHING WAS WRONG AND I WAS DONE PRETENDING I DIDN'T KNOW IT."KAYDEN.I had known something was wrong for days before that. Maya had been off since Wednesday of the previous week and I had clocked it immediately because I had been paying attention to Maya for longer than I was comfortable admitting and paying attention to her meant I noticed things. Small things. The way she checked her phone and then put it face down too quickly. The way she had stopped finishing her meals. The way she laughed at the right moments in conversation but the laugh did not reach all the way up to her eyes the way it usually did.Something was sitting on her.Something heavy and specific that she was carrying alone and had decided none of us were going to know about.Which, for Maya, was not unusual. Carrying things alone was basically her primary skill. She had been doing it since before I met her and she had gotten very good at it and on a normal day she was good enough that you might not notice.The
"YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO KEEP HIM."MAYA.I picked the location.A small café on the east side of the city, the kind that was always half empty on weekday afternoons and had booths along the back wall where the lighting was low and the tables were far enough apart that a conversation could stay private. Neutral ground. Public enough that nothing could escalate. Quiet enough that I could hear every word she said and not miss any of it.I got there first.I needed to be there first. I needed to be already seated and already composed when she walked in because the alternative was walking in and finding her waiting and that felt like giving her something I was not willing to give.I ordered a coffee I was not going to drink and I sat in the booth at the back and I waited.She walked in eight minutes later.And the first thing I felt — before the cold, before the anger, before any of the things I had been preparing on the way over — was something I had not expected.She looked tired.No
“TEMPTATION, I CAN’T ESCAPE YOU…”MAYA.The heel of his palm against my hip, his fingers just touching the curve of my waist, and neither of us moved for a moment that lasted three times longer than it should have."That's the one he does most," I said. My voice was still even. Remarkable. "In publ
"SOME PEOPLE LEAVE MARKS YOU CAN SEE. OTHERS LEAVE THE KIND THAT SIT QUIETLY INSIDE YOUR CHEST AND REFUSE TO HEAL." MAYA.I was awake before the alarm, which was becoming a pattern I did not enjoy, lying in that specific limbo of not quite asleep and not quite ready to be awake, just existing in
“CAN’T SEEM TO LET YOU GO AND CAN’T SEEM TO KEEP YOU CLOSE.”MAYA.I asked, because I needed to move or I was going to feel too many things at once and my capacity for that had been fully used up tonight."Fine. I'll tell you tomorrow. Sleep, Maya. You sound exhausted.""I am exhausted.""Then stop
“THE UNIVERSE HAS A WAY OF PLAYING TRICKS ON PEOPLE.”MAYA.I shifted in my seat and reached into my bag under the pretense of looking for lip balm. I found my phone. I typed quickly, thumb moving fast, keeping the screen angled away from the window as I texted Yulian who was at the racing circuit







