LOGINEMBER’S POVThe dove’s beak snaps open, and it lets out a painful, hawking shriek—a wet, bubbling rasp of pure agony that no bird should be able to make.I try to drop it, but I can’t let go. My fingers are paralysed, locked around it by the sheer force of the gold.The air scorches, thick with the smell of burnt ozone and roasting feathers. The dead grass around my knees bursts into smoking flames.I am pouring my life out into a dead thing, and the pressure is literally shaking it apart, its hollow bones cracking and pulverising as it twists into a shape that should not exist.“EMBER.”The roar of the world crashes back over me.Knox hits me from behind, his large hands clamping over my glowing ones.He flinches violently at the blistering heat of my skin, but he refuses to let go. He crushes his chest against my back, grounding me just like he did in the storage room.“Let it go. Ember, drop it. Drop it right now. Come back to me. Follow me back—”He uses the bond.It’s a desperate
EMBER’S POVI stare at her. The heartbreak I felt a second ago burns away, leaving behind a cold, sudden clarity. I am looking at exactly what I refuse to become.“If you were right,” I say quietly, “I would be dead.”Hale pauses. She breaks the gun open over her arm again, her head tilting in curiosity.“I was the weak thing,” I tell her, holding my ground. “I was the one without fangs, without money, without power. By your logic, I should have just laid down and let the predators have me. But I didn’t lose. Because survival isn’t about deciding to become the boot that steps on people.”Hale’s smile twitches. Just a fraction.“You look at the weak, and you kill them because looking at them reminds you of how helpless you used to feel,” I continue, keeping my voice dead-level and absolutely steady. “You aren’t doing them a favour. You’re just trying to kill the part of yourself you hate. And if this is how you run things when you’re in charge, it’s a very good thing that Knox intends
EMBER’S POVThat’s the thought I leave the medical wing with. It follows me through the great, cold halls of a house I still don’t know my way around.More or less by accident, I find a set of glass doors and push through them, stepping out into a grey morning and a wide frozen lawn that drops away toward the tree line.I need air. I need to think.I need to figure out how a woman reaches a thing that lives inside her own chest and refuses to come when called, and I’m so deep in it that I’m halfway across the lawn before I register the sound.The sharp, unmistakable blast of a gunshot rings out.Then another.Hale is standing at the edge of the lawn where it meets the trees. An open shotgun rests across her forearm.She loads the shells with the unbothered competence of a woman who’s done it ten thousand times. At her feet is a small heap of something I don’t let myself look at directly yet.“There you are,” she calls, bright as anything. “Come keep me company. It’s dull, shooting alo
EMBER’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
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
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 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
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







