Se connecterPAIGEThe 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. "
“IF YOU WERE A PIANO, I’D SPREAD YOUR LEGS LIKE KEYS, PRESS EVERY SOFT NOTE WITH MY TONGUE, AND PLAY YOU UNTIL THE ONLY SOUND LEFT WAS YOU COMING ON MY MOUTH.”KIVA His mouth stayed on mine, unhurried at first, then deeper, like he was making sure I was real. I kept my hands on his face, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palms, the way his jaw flexed when he kissed me harder. The piano was cold under my thighs. His body was not. He stepped between my legs without asking and the solid press of him made my breath catch against his lips in a way that felt strange and new.He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were still darker than they should have been, but the gold was there now, steady, and something else under it that looked almost drunk on the fact that I was right here. He didn’t speak. He just stared like he was memorizing the exact shape of my mouth.Then his hands moved.One stayed at my waist, the other slid under the hem of my shirt and up, slow and deliber
KIVAI ran through the estate with Tamara beside me, my footsteps loud on the stone floors, my heart louder than everything."Where is Vesper?" I asked."Probably hiding somewhere sensible," Tamara replied. "For once, someone in this family has excellent survival instincts."The relief I felt at that was brief. The scream had been real and the line had gone dead and Damien was somewhere in this building.We reached the bedroom. The door was open. I stepped through.No sign of Vesper. The relief of that was immediate and physical. She had gotten away. Whatever happened next, she was not in this room.Then I saw him. Damien was sitting on the floor with his back against the mattress, completely still. My clothes were scattered around him in a loose circle. One of my sweaters was wrapped in his hand, his grip tight and deliberate. My pillow rested against his chest. He wasn't destroying anything. He wasn't moving at all. He was just sitting there and breathing, and I understood immediate
KIVASomething was wrong. I could feel it . I turned toward the northern path. "He isn't wandering anymore."Tamara followed my gaze, her eyes narrowing as she tracked the same broken branches I was tracking, the same disturbed earth. "What?""He knows where he's going." I started walking, faster than I meant to. She fell into step beside me without a word. "Where?""North." I quickened my pace until it was almost a jog. "The estate." Tamara stopped dead. "Kiva." I turned back to her, impatient, every second feeling like it cost something. "What if he's going there because he remembers it?" A pause, heavy enough that I felt it in my chest. "Or what if he goes there because he thinks there are people there?"My stomach tightened into something hard and cold. "Then we better move."We ran. The forest blurred around us as we pushed through the trees, branches catching at our clothes, tearing small threads loose, scraping thin lines across my arms that I didn't feel until later. The groun
KIVAThe moment Damien's black eyes opened, every instinct in my body screamed. Run. But I couldn't move. I had spent weeks searching for him. I had walked through a forest that seemed determined to swallow us whole. I had listened to guards describe the monster my husband had become. And now he was standing right in front of me. Even with those eyes that weren't his anymore, I knew him. I knew the shape of him. I knew him the way you knew things that had settled into the deepest part of you."Damien."His head tilted. For one full heartbeat, nothing happened.Then his body moved. Too fast."GET DOWN!" Tamara shoved me aside. Damien slammed into the space where I had been a second earlier, his claws tearing through the tree behind us. The trunk exploded. I hit the ground hard and rolled."Damien!" He turned. His black eyes found me immediately and there was nothing human in them. No recognition. No hesitation. Only hunger, focused and absolute.Tamara stepped between us. "Oh, you're f
"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
"The bravest thing a broken person can do is say yes to something good."KIVA."Yes."The word came out broken by tears, cracked right down the middle, not elegant at all, not the way I had ever imagined saying something like that if I was ever lucky enough to be asked something like this."Yes, Fa
“THE DREAMS WE CANNOT CONTROL ALREADY OWNS US”DAMIEN (HADES) POVI am in the dream again, and I always know I'm dreaming the moment it starts, but that never gives me control over it because it just means I'm aware enough to suffer through it properly.It begins in silence, not a peaceful silence
“ ALLOW YOURSELF TO SHINE WITHOUT BEING SEEN” KIVA POV.He looked at me for a moment like he was deciding how much to say."The Decaulion," he said.I went still.The name alone did that. Even to someone like me, someone who had spent most of her life looking down rather than up at the structures







