ВойтиKIVAFor a moment, nobody moved.The courtyard had gone unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that didn't feel peaceful. It felt like something holding its breath. I kept my eyes on Paige. There was something different about her that I couldn't name immediately. The Paige I remembered had always been desperate, for Damien, for approval, for a version of herself that other people would look at and want. This woman wasn't desperate. She looked certain. That frightened me more than her anger ever had and there was just this new aura radiating round her it was overwhelming and maginficent as well. Not just one thing but a lot of things has changed about paige and they were not good things"Where is Ada?" I asked.Paige's smile barely shifted. "You came here for her?""Answer me.""You're still asking questions."Tamara stepped forward. "I won't ask twice."Bryan immediately moved behind Paige. I noticed. So did Tamara. He was still afraid of her. At least something about this still made
KIVAI read the letter again. Then again. The words hadn't changed. Ada was dead.My fingers tightened around the paper until it crumpled slightly at the edges. "No."Tamara stood across from me, silent. For once she wasn't making a joke or pretending nothing could reach her. She stared at the letter in my hand."She can't be." My voice cracked.Tamara swallowed. "That's what we're going to find out.""What?""We're going to the old-age home." She said it quietly, and there was something in her voice that was colder than I had heard from her before. "I don't believe it either."I looked down at the letter again. The messenger had said Ada had requested it be delivered after her death. But nothing about that made sense. Ada had been alive. She had sat with me and held my hands and told me things about my mother, about Tamara, about eighteen years of protecting us. She had looked me in the eyes and given me everything she had been carrying. And now suddenly she was gone.How. Why. And w
PAIGEThe first thing I noticed when I stepped into the room was that Bryan was alive. The second was that he looked terrible. Good. He deserved worse. He sat at the center of the abandoned warehouse with his arm wrapped in a bloodstained cloth, surrounded by the remnants of his men. Most of them looked exhausted. One had a swollen eye. Another was favouring his left leg. Apparently Tamara had left an impression. None of them noticed me at first. That was almost insulting consideirng how much power those creepy witches had given me, they were supposed to feel that I, Paige had step into the room they should shiver and bow in fear, but no they did quite the opposite by not even noticing. What else could I expect from rascals like them?Bryan was speaking. "We lay low."One of the men frowned. "For how long?""Until we know where the twins are.""The twins?"Bryan's expression darkened. "Don't say their names like they're some ordinary fucking women. That bicth nearly killed us "I step
Catherine (Sorceress)Paige was gone.I watched the door close behind her and smiled. She had no idea what she had just agreed to. None of them ever did. People saw power and forgot to ask what it cost. They saw a door and never thought to wonder who had built it or why it had been left open at exactly the right moment. I turned toward the altar and looked at the dark mark on my wrist. The same mark my brothers carried. The same mark now moving beneath Paige's skin whether she could feel it yet or not. She would think it was a gift. It wasn't. It was a leash, and eventually she would feel the tension of it, but by then it would not matter."Do you really think she'll do it?" one of the men asked.I glanced over my shoulder. "She will, she claims she’s strong— the baddest but in truth Paige is not just weak in heart but in strength, she nothing compared to the twins epesically now that Kiva knows she is pure blood. Paige has accpeted not just because she wants power but because she is
PAIGEThe Kiraman estate had never felt this small.Or perhaps I had simply never noticed before how empty it could become when the right people stopped paying attention. I stood at the top of the staircase and looked down at the movement below. Servants crossing the entrance hall. My father's study door closed in the middle of the afternoon. Nobody talking about Fabian anymore. That was the part that made something hot and ugly move through my chest. A few weeks ago he had been the heir of the Southern Gates. My fiancé. The man every conversation eventually circled back to. Now it was as though he had been edited out of the record entirely.I tightened my fingers around the railing.Even his family had started moving on. One of the older servants walked past me without looking up from the tray she was carrying. I almost laughed. How quickly people forgot. How quickly they moved from grieving to inconvenienced to absent.Giovanni stumbled out of the library down the corridor. He was d
KIVAFor a while, neither of us said anything. I stayed in Damien's arms with my cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Steady. Human. Real. I closed my eyes and let the sound of it do what it always did, which was make the rest of the world feel manageable."I'm sorry." My eyes opened. His hand stilled briefly in my hair."I'm sorry for everything you went through because of me."I lifted my head. "Damien—""I remember enough." His voice was quiet. "The forest. The way I looked at you. The things I almost—""You didn't do them.""But I could have.""You didn't." He looked down at me and the guilt in his eyes was the old kind, the kind that had been living in him long before I ever appeared in his life. I touched his cheek. "You're here now."He covered my hand with his. "I don't deserve you.""You're going to have to stop saying things like that."A faint smile. "I'll try.""Good." I settled back against him.A thought crossed my mind. I smiled before I spoke. "
"The thing about being loved by the right person is that it doesn't feel like anything you were warned about. It feels like finally exhaling."KIVA POV.For a second I could only stare at him. Fabian stood near the library doors holding a bouquet of white lilies and dark red roses in one hand while
KIVA POV. "Some people are handed a life. Others are handed a mop and told to be grateful for the floor."I had learned a long time ago that the trick to surviving dinner in this house was to become invisible.Not invisible in the way people mean when they say they just want to blend in, not that
"Sometimes the people who destroy you aren't your enemies. They're the ones who call themselves family."KIVAGiovanni's hand closed around my arm so hard I felt it in my shoulder."Kiva." His voice filled the room the way it always filled rooms, with the particular force of someone who had never n
"The cruelest people are not the ones who hurt you. They are the ones who watch and decide it is not their problem."KIVAShe held out her hand, palm up, like this was already settled, like I had already agreed, like the outcome of this moment had never really been in question.And maybe, in this h







