LOGINEMBER’S POV“Eat something first—”“I will. After.” I won’t, and she knows I won’t, and she lets me go anyway.I find the medical wing by following the smell of antiseptic, and I get there just in time to catch the worst possible thing, which is them rolling her in.Rayana.On a gurney, wheeled fast and careful by two people in scrubs, an IV pole rattling beside her, a tangle of tubing, a monitor already ticking out the small green proof that she’s still here.Her platinum hair is spread against the pillow and her face is slack in a way I have never once seen it, all the clever wit and dramatics, gone.She looks small. Rayana has never in her life looked small.“Wait—” I’m moving before I think, reaching for the gurney rail. “Rayana — can I just—”“Stay back, please.” A nurse, kind but immovable, puts herself between me and the gurney without quite touching me. “Let us get her settled.”They wheel her through a set of doors, and I hover at the threshold, useless, my hands empty at my
EMBER’S POVShe checked on me. Twice. In the night. In the room with the tended fire, the room I share with Knox, the room she walked into uninvited last night.I look at her, and she’s already moved on, fussing with a teapot, completely unbothered, and I tell myself there are a dozen normal explanations and not one of them makes the crawl on the back of my neck lie back down.I’m still sitting with that when the young nervous maid reaches across to set down a dish and catches the edge of Hale’s tray with her sleeve, and one of the muffins tips, and rolls, and drops onto the floor with a soft thud.The room changes temperature.“Oh, you stupid—” Hale’s voice comes out fast and low and absolutely nothing like the cooing thing she’s been using on me all morning, and her hand shoots out and closes around the girl’s wrist hard enough that the girl gasps. “Do you have any idea how long those took? Do you have the first idea what I—”“It was an accident,” I say.I don’t decide to say it.It
EMBER’S POVI wake, reaching for him.My hand goes out across the sheets before my eyes are even open, the way it’s been doing since Alaska, since some animal part of me decided that the first thing it needs to confirm every morning is that Knox Volkov is still where I left him.The sheets are cold.The dent in the pillow is there, but the warmth in it is gone, long gone, hours gone, and for one ugly second my whole chest seizes up and the bad thoughts come fast and stupid.He’s gone, something happened, Rafael, the council, they came in the night, and I slept through it.And I’m sitting up gasping at nothing before my brain catches up to my body and reminds me that I am a grown woman in a bed the size of a small country and the man is almost certainly downstairs doing king things.“Get it together,” I tell the empty room.The empty room does not respond.The empty room is enormous and beautiful, full of soft, expensive luxuries, and with a fire that someone has clearly come in and te
KNOX’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
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







