LOGINEMBER’S POVI don’t know why.It’s childish and ridiculous and completely inappropriate given the emotional weight of the last three hours, but his face is too serious and too beautiful and too close, and my body is full of adrenaline that has nowhere to go and the water is RIGHT THERE.The splash catches him square in the face. He blinks. Water dripping from his eyelashes. His expression cycling from shock to disbelief to something dangerous.“Did you just—”I splash him again.“Ember.”“Yes?”“You are aware that I am a Lycan King and you just threw water in my face.”“I’m aware. Your face was too dry. I fixed it. You’re welcome.”His eyes narrow, and the gold flares behind the blue, and I have approximately half a second to register that I’ve made a tactical error before his good arm hooks around my waist and YANKS, and I go under with a shriek that becomes bubbles.I surface gasping and laughing, and he’s grinning — actually grinning, the rare, full, unguarded version that uses his
EMBER’S POVThe hot spring is exactly where the sign said it would be — a natural thermal pool set into a rocky clearing off the highway, steam rising from the surface into the frozen air, the water glowing faintly blue-green from the mineral content.It’s deserted because it’s two in the morning and sane people are sleeping, and we are not sane people and have not been sane people for some time.I strip off Knox’s jacket and the borrowed hospital scrubs and walk into the water in my underwear, and the sound I make when the heat hits my body is embarrassing and involuntary, and I don’t care.The warmth wraps around my legs and my hips and my waist and crawls up my ribs, and every muscle I’ve been clenching since the first arrow hit Maurice’s wall releases simultaneously.My body has been holding its breath for twelve hours, and this is the exhale.Knox follows me in. I watch the dark water rise over the heavy, carved muscle of his chest, sliding down the hard ridges of his abs to swal
EMBER’S POVThe fire is still burning when Knox says it.He’s staring into the flames with an expression I haven’t seen before, and the orange light is catching the planes of his handsome face, making the shadows under his eyes look like bruises and the bruises look like shadows.Five seconds.That’s how long I played the footage before I slammed the laptop shut, and those five seconds are still living inside my skull like an unwanted tenant.The ballroom. The golden lighting. The laughter of people who had minutes left to live and didn’t know it.And then the sound — the sound that came from the far corner of the frame, the thing that was Knox and wasn’t Knox, the guttural growl that belongs in a nightmare.I closed it before I saw what he became. But I heard the beginning of what he did, and the beginning was enough.The man beside me, holding my hand, watching a fire consume the evidence of his worst night, this man is not that sound. This man is not that night.I need to believe t
KNOX’S POVThe dead man’s trigger first. I enter Logan’s code into the server interface — the alphanumeric sequence, exactly as he recited it in the storage room with that smile I still can’t decode.The system prompts for confirmation. I confirm. The screen flashes once, a progress bar runs, and then a single line of text:DISTRIBUTION PROTOCOL DEACTIVATED. TRIGGER OFFLINE.The kill switch is dead.Ember exhales beside me. I didn’t realise she’d been holding her breath.I pull out the diagnostic device Nathaniel gave me.Military-grade, designed for intelligence operations — it scans for duplication signatures, verifies whether data has been copied or transferred to external devices, and confirms whether the physical drive is the original or a clone.I plug it in, and the scan takes four minutes while Ember stands beside me with her arms crossed, tracking the progress bar with sharp, untrusting focus.She has been burned by half-measures before, and she refuses to look away until it
KNOX’S POVI kiss her standing on the shoulder of a dark highway in Alaska with her legs around my waist and the stars above us and the cold biting every inch of exposed skin and neither of us caring because the heat between us has always been enough.And it is enough now, and it will be enough tomorrow and next week and next year and for every year after that until I run out of years.When we break apart, she’s breathless, and her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright and alive in a way that has nothing to do with silver or Sapphire and everything to do with being a woman who just said yes to a man she loves on a road in the middle of nowhere.“Take me to the flash drive,” she says. “I want to burn it as your fiancée. It’ll feel better.”“Everything feels better as my fiancée.”“Don’t push it.”I carry her back to the car because the ground is still frozen and she’s still in hospital socks.I set her in the passenger seat and her feet go immediately back on the dashboard and th
KNOX’S POVI press my lips to her knuckles again because once wasn’t enough.“So no, I’m not going to stop loving you when life gets easier. I’m going to love you when it’s boring and quiet, and nothing is on fire, and I’m going to love you when you’re annoyed with me because I’ve left my shoes in the hallway AGAIN, and I’m going to love you on Tuesday nights on the couch when neither of us has anything to say and the silence is just silence and not a crisis. I’m going to love you in every version of our life that exists, including the ones where absolutely nothing interesting is happening, and you’re going to get sick of hearing it, and I’m going to say it anyway.”She doesn’t respond immediately.Her mouth opens and closes and opens again, and nothing comes out, which is a first for a woman who has had a comeback for everything I’ve thrown at her since the day we met.Her eyes are filling, and her chin is doing the trembling thing she hates because she thinks it makes her look weak.
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
EMBER’S POVI slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly I’d been holding myself until the tension drains away.Knox lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Harrison’s qu
EMBER’S POV“Because I saw you on the news.” His voice cracks again. “During a press conference. I saw you standing up there, speaking to the camera, saying five words they have haunted me every night. You are dead to me. And though it wasn’t directed at me, I felt it so much. I felt it down to my
EMBER’S POVMy mother stands in the doorway, draped in designer everything as always.A silk dress in garish emerald that probably cost more than she can actually afford. Jewelry dripping from her neck, her ears, her wrists, every piece fighting for attention.Hair and makeup done to perfection, no







