ログインKNOX’S POV“The council has every right to—”“The council has every right to explain how Harrison Crawford showed up here with six armed men while YOUR surveillance team sat parked down the road and did nothing.” I let that land and watch it hit. “Your men were here, James. They watched Harrison arrive. They watched him open fire on this house. And they sat in their vehicles while he murdered his own son, shot a civilian, and put a bullet in his own head. So before you start asking ME questions, you might want to prepare some answers of your own.”James doesn’t flinch. The advisors behind him do.“I’m certain the timing can be explained—”“I’m sure it can. But here’s what I can’t explain.” I step closer. “How did Harrison know to come HERE? This address. This house. Middle of nowhere, unmarked, unremarkable. He didn’t stumble across it, James. He came with coordinates, a plan, and a team. Somebody pointed him straight at this door.” I tilt my head. “Who do you think that was?”The sil
KNOX’S POVThe guards look at me. I’m standing in the storage room doorway, my mouth open, because the man I just offered freedom to is requesting a cage.“Logan. I just offered you safe passage. You can LEAVE.”“I don’t want your safe passage,” he says, staring straight ahead at the doorway. “I don’t want your mercy or your guilt or your freedom. Burn my company to the ground and strip my accounts. I want nothing. I just want a cell. I want four walls and a floor, because nothing is exactly what I have left. I would rather sit inside that truth than play pretend under a new identity.”The guards are still looking at me, waiting for confirmation.I nod. Because what else can I do? You can’t force a man to accept freedom when prison is the only structure his grief will fit inside.They cuff him. He gives up his wrists with patient, empty cooperation. The arrest means absolutely nothing to him.The only sentence that matters was already delivered by a bullet in that storage room.Nathan
KNOX’S POVThe promise in it is so calm and so menacing that Nathaniel actually lets go.He takes a deliberate step back, looking at me with the expression of a man who has completely run out of approaches.I cross the room and drop to one knee right in his line of sight. Dead centre. Eye level.I put myself close enough that turning away means moving Gale’s body, anchoring Logan exactly where I want him.I keep my hands entirely to myself. I keep my voice completely level.“I need the location and the passcode. Give me those, and you walk out of here. Same deal as the warehouse—safe passage, a new identity, a complete disappearance. We guarantee absolute distance. A clean slate. Logan Reeves ceases to exist.”Logan looks up from Gale’s body. The vacancy in his expression shatters, replaced by a low, scraping sound that claws its way out of his throat.It is a laugh completely devoid of sanity—broken, hollow, and utterly psychopathic.“Why should I care?” he asks, a deranged smile pul
KNOX’S POV“I understand that,” Nathaniel says, his tone stubbornly pragmatic. “But no one is going to fucking buy that arrows did this kind of damage. Their men were standing outside. They felt the entire house rumble.”“Then tell them there was an earthquake,” I snap, the edge of my control fraying. “Tell them it was a sinkhole, a freak storm, a gas explosion—fucking something. But the absolute last thing we are going to do is throw Ember under the bus.”Nathaniel holds my gaze for a long, heavy second.“Harrison’s men used incendiary bolts,” I state flatly.“They didn’t.”“Nathaniel.” I look at him, and the look is the exact one I’ve been giving him since I was seventeen. It means: this is the story. Make it work. “Harrison’s men used incendiary bolts. The structural damage to the storage room is consistent with a small thermal detonation during the assault. Document it that way.”He holds my gaze for a beat. Then nods.I take the scene.I bypass the chaos entirely, walking straigh
KNOX’S POVThe paramedics take over from Ember’s hands, and the transition is ugly — she doesn’t want to let go of Maurice’s chest, doesn’t want to stop being the thing between him and death.I have to physically lift her off the floor and hold her against me while two men in uniforms slide in and do what trained professionals do when a man has a bullet in his lung and a heartbeat that has no medical right to exist.I find Queenie in the kitchen, sitting on the floor with her back against the cabinets.She is pulling in ragged, hiccupping breaths—the sound of a woman who has cried so hard for so long that her body is reacting involuntarily.Her phone rests in her lap, but her hands are shaking too badly to hold it. It keeps sliding off her thighs. There’s blood on her jacket that isn’t hers.She sees Ember in my arms and scrambles up, and the two of them collide in the hallway, and the embrace is the kind that transcends words.Two women who survived something together that will bond
KNOX’S POVCome back.I’m right here. I’m holding on.Come back to me.I need you. I need you, or we both die in this room.The temperature drops. Not suddenly, but in degrees, like a dial being turned slowly.The golden glow at Maurice’s chest pulses once, twice, three times, then begins to fade—the silver in Ember’s eyes thins, brown bleeding through like dawn coming up behind clouds.The house stops shaking. The vibration in the floor subsides. The cracks in the ceiling stop spreading.Ember takes a breath. A shuddering, gasping, broken inhale that tells me she’s back. She’s here.She collapses against me, and the weight of her is the most precious thing I have ever held.Her body shakes so violently I can feel it in my teeth. The silver vanishes from her eyes, leaving behind only Ember—exhausted, devastated, and covered in her father’s blood.She presses her face into my chest, crying the way she has never let herself cry in front of me before.She completely abandons her composu
EMBER'S POVI'm terrified this will ruin the moment. This fragile, beautiful thing we've built under the Northern Lights.But I'm tired of everyone telling me what to think about Knox. Tired of Gale's poison and Rayana's warnings and rumors whispered behind hands at cocktail receptions.We don't ow
EMBER’S POVI stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He's grinning up at me like a wolf who's already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren't already trembling."What do I
EMBER’S POV(PRESENT)We stay tangled together for a long time, neither of us willing to be the first to let go. His hand strokes through my hair.My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant hum of something mechanical — a generator, mayb
KNOX’S POVHe blinks, the picture of innocence. “I’m not sure I understand. I explained the purpose quite clearly at the beginning of the evening. Conflict resolution. Closure. An opportunity for all parties to—”“Bullshit.”The word is deadpan, and I see Logan’s head snap up, see Gale’s sobbing st







