LOGINEMBER’S POV“Don’t compare me to Celeste.”“Why not?” Something cruel flashes across his face — the defense mechanism I know too well, the one where hurt converts to venom because venom is easier. “You’ve been running to Rafael all trip. Confiding in him. Crying on his shoulder. Letting him touch you and hold you and fill your head with every reason to leave me. How is that different from what she did?”“It’s COMPLETELY different and you know it—”“Is it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly the same. A woman who says she wants me but keeps one foot pointed toward the exit. A woman who takes what I offer and then looks around to see if someone better is available.”“I have NEVER—”“The gallery. An hour alone with him. Oh, come on. I’m not stupid. That painting — the fucking painting — where he’s captured you in oil like you’re already his.”“He’s not—”“You’re just like her.”Three words. Quiet as a knife entering flesh.“You’re just like Celeste. Pretty words about wantin
EMBER’S POVThe movement is so fast it barely registers as motion — in a blink, his hand crossed the space between them in a devastating arc that splits Nathaniel’s skin from temple to jaw in three deep parallel gouges, ripping out an eye with no remorse.Blood sprays across the wall in a bright fan, spattering the wood panelling in a pattern that will never fully come out, and before Nathaniel can even stagger Knox follows through with a downward slash that catches his shirt at the collar and rips it apart to the navel, fabric and skin splitting together, the chest under opening in three long shallow lines that bloom red and raw from collarbone to stomach.Queenie screams, and my own heart stops.Nathaniel hits the wall and slides, catching himself with one hand pressed to his ruined face and the other to his torn chest, blood coursing through his fingers from both wounds.Finally, the mask is gone — the composure, the blankness, the professional act he’s worn for as long as I’ve kno
EMBER’S POV“I was protecting her from your wrath. I thought she’d come clean to me on her own and we could figure it out together—”“Figure WHAT out?” His voice cracks upward, incredulous. “How to negotiate with a traitor? How to manage the fallout politely? You knew about Nathaniel — you knew my own beta was working against me — and you kept it to yourself.” He takes another step, and the hurt in his face is calcifying into something colder. “Do you even realise how reckless and selfish that is?”The words hit me harder than they should, because some part of me knows he’s right, and that part is the part I’ve been trying to silence for weeks.“I was NOT being selfish!” My voice comes out fiercer than I intend. “Selfishness would have been blowing everything up the second I found out. But I believed what you had with him, with them, was worth preserving — that maybe they had a reason, an angle—”“What fucking angle, Ember?” His hand slashes through the air. “That man has proved himse
EMBER’S POV“Ember.” Queenie’s voice fractures. “I don’t — I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“You don’t?” I tilt my head and study her, the way her hands have started shaking, the way her eyes dart to Nathaniel before she can stop herself — the tell she’s never been able to control, the involuntary reflex of a woman who checks with her husband before deciding how to feel. “Really, Queenie? Because your face is doing that thing it does. That thing where you look to Nathaniel for permission before you decide what you’re allowed to say.”“That’s not — I’m not—”“The nervous energy all trip. The way you can’t hold my eyes for longer than three seconds. The way you flinch every single time someone mentions the council trial.” I’m walking toward her now, slowly, and she’s backing up, and there is something happening in my chest that is very calm and very cold and very, very finished with being careful. “I have been watching you for weeks, Queenie. Cataloguing every twitch, every guil
EMBER’S POV“So. Like a sex slave.” I hear myself say, and my voice sounds like it’s being transmitted from somewhere far away, from someone standing at the edge of a cliff and looking down.His jaw tightens, a flash of pain following.“Yes.”“And when I ran — when I stumbled onto that plane thinking it was fate, thinking the universe had finally thrown me something kind — you were already there. You already knew my name. You’d been watching me for years. And I thought that meant something beautiful. Romantic, even. I thought it meant someone finally saw me.”“Yes.”“But you weren’t seeing me. You were collecting what Gale wouldn’t sell you.”Knox flinches — hard, visibly, like the word is a fist connecting with his jaw.“Yes.”“And you were never going to tell me.”The guilt comes alive now, but also the ghost of a justification he’s been polishing in the dark for weeks, turning it over and over until it shines enough to pass for reason.“You wouldn’t have—”“Finish that sentence and
EMBER’S POVRafael’s smile doesn’t phase. “Oh, please. I made it too easy for you last night. You had your chance to kill me and you didn’t take it.” He tilts his head, something cold settling behind those grey eyes. “I don’t intend to make it that easy next time.”Knox lunges forward — fast, violent, closing the distance in two strides with his fist already cocked — but Rafael only looks past Knox’s incoming fury, locks eyes with me, and says it.“Tell her about 2016, Knox. If you’re so interested in forcing secrets into the open, then honour Rayana’s little therapy bullshit and give your woman what she wants. Tell her what you did, bastard. Show her what you really are.” He pauses, letting a wicked smile graze his lips. “If you trust your fucking schoolboy feelings for her, then give her the truth. Or should I?”Knox stops mid-stride, his fist still raised, his whole body vibrating with the effort of not finishing what he started. Because Rafael just changed the game.My breath has
EMBER’S POV“I need to run to the clinic.”Knox looks up from his phone, distracted by whatever security nightmare Nathaniel is updating him on.“Everything okay?”“Dr. Patel has fresh bandages ready for Rayana’s dressing change.” I grab my jacket from the back of the chair. “Figured I’d pick them
EMBER’S POV“I can’t say I fully understand why you’d want her here,” he murmurs. “But I know you wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important to you. And whatever led you to that decision… I trust it wasn’t an easy one.”The understanding in his voice makes something loosen in my chest.“It wasn’t.”
EMBER’S POVThe mattress dips sometime after three in the morning.I’ve been lying here for hours, staring at the ceiling, my mind running circles around the photo of Queenie still burning a hole in my phone.Sleep feels impossible. Every time I close my eyes, I see Rayana bleeding on the marble. S
EMBER’S POVI nod desperately.“Liar.” He pumps into me slowly, his thumb circling my clit with featherlight pressure that’s nowhere near enough. “You’re never quiet. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”“For goddess sake, Knox, please—”“Please what?” He’s smiling now, the bastard. Enjoying







