LOGINKNOX’S POVI sit in the quiet for a long time after that, turning Marjorie’s words over in my head.She has run this house since before I was King. She keeps the staff in line, serves as a maternal figure to half the people under this roof, and she does not panic over shadows. If she says something is wrong, it is.And then there is my cousin, Hale.I wish I could say there was a time when she wasn’t so strange, but she has been exactly like this since the day I moved to the Sovereign. Despite her bizarre fixations, we have never been close. We are dining companions, nothing more, speaking only when the affairs of running the estate demand it.She was close to Celeste. Some might have even called them best friends when my late wife was still alive.But even that doesn’t explain this. Grief doesn’t explain putting on a dead woman’s clothes and dancing alone in the dark. And it sure as fuck doesn’t explain casually opening a bathroom door to watch me take my woman in the shower.I drag
KNOX’S POVWhich meant someone had been watching the lodge. Someone who knew what was happening inside it, knew when it went wrong, knew where to find him and what he’d need.Ten surgeons in private cars in the dead of night didn’t organise themselves out of goodwill. That was money, connections, and a contingency plan put in place before they were needed.Who?Logan was the obvious answer — he was there that night, been circling Ember’s orbit for long enough to have built that kind of infrastructure.But Logan was sitting in a holding cell right now, and the timing didn’t fit cleanly enough.James, then. Patient, long-game James, who had used Harrison as a weapon and Harrison’s death as cover, who had been building something ugly for years.James who would need Rafael alive if Rafael was still useful.Or someone I hadn’t named yet. Someone I hadn’t considered, because I’d been so certain Rafael was dead that I’d stopped looking for the people who might have wanted him otherwise.That
KNOX’S POVEmber falls asleep mid-sentence.One moment she is saying something about the cousin, and the next her voice goes soft and trailing, and her breathing evens out, and she is gone, just like that, the way only someone running on nothing can sleep.Like a light switching off.I lie there in the dark and listen to her breathe.The Sovereign settles around us the way it always does at this hour—the old beams contracting in the cold, the distant rush of the gorge echoing far below.I know every sound this house makes. I catalogued them on the nights I couldn’t sleep after moving from Zruch. After my dad died.After I killed him.Back then, memorising those noises was the difference between a bad night and a worse one.It was how I learned to tell the difference between the house talking to itself, and the sound of something coming for me.Thirty-odd years and I still do it without thinking—still map every creak and draft and silence, still file them, still know in my sleep when s
EMBER’S POVThen she is gone, and the room lets its breath out, and I realize my hand is shaking around the fork.Knox takes it. The fork, then the hand. Pries my fingers open gently and folds them up in his.“I’m sorry,” he says. Low. Just for me. “She’s— she was always strange. Lonely kid, strange grown woman, in and out of this house her whole life with no one to tell her how to be around people. I didn’t think she’d—” He stops. His jaw works. “I should have warned you. I didn’t think. I’m sorry.”“It’s fine.” It isn’t fine. My skin still feels wrong where she’d touched it.“It’s not.” He brings my knuckles to his mouth. “But it will be. I’ll handle it. Not tonight. Tonight you eat something, because if you don’t, Marjorie cries, and I cannot take two crying women in one evening, I’m only one man.”He nudges my plate toward me, and the grin comes back, careful, coaxing, pulling me back from the cold place Hale put me in.“Eat. It’s good. She’s been cooking since Nathaniel called to
EMBER’S POVI just stare at her.I am desperately trying to find a polite, socially acceptable response to the fact that his cousin just asked about our sex life, but my brain has completely short-circuited.I don’t understand her gameplay. I don’t understand the rules of whatever twisted, psychological chess match she is playing, but the sheer, unblinking avidity in her eyes makes my skin crawl.Knox’s silverware hits the table with a sharp, violent crack.“Shut your fucking mouth, Hale.” His voice is laced with such a pure, creeping disgust that the temperature in the room instantly plummets. He looks genuinely repulsed by her. “If you ever speak about what happens behind my bedroom doors again, I will have you physically thrown out of this house.”Hale doesn’t even flinch. She just gives a little chiming laugh, completely unbothered by his rage.“Oh, don’t be a prude, Knoxie. We’re all adults here. I just want to know everything about the girl who finally caught you.” She tilts her
EMBER’S POVA scream rips out of my throat before I can stop it. I flinch violently backwards, clutching the towel to my chest, my wet shoulders hitting the tile.Knox goes from relaxed to instantly, terrifyingly lethal in a millisecond.A deafening, inhuman snarl tears out of him as he shoves me firmly behind his massive back.His muscles lock tight, his claws already tearing through his fingertips, ready to slaughter whoever is standing on the other side of that wood.And then the bathroom door opens.“I thought you two might be hungry!”I come about a foot off the floor.Knox’s arm clamps around me like a vice, a second snarl building in his chest, and there, standing fully in the open doorway, is Hale.Hands clasped under her chin, beaming at us through the steam like she’s wandered into a tea party.“Oh, goddess,” I exhale, the breath trembling out of me in a soft, shaky rush as my racing heart slams against my ribs.“What the fuck, Hale,” Knox growls, the words tearing out of hi
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
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







