LOGINEMBER'S POV
The club is called Naughty or Nice.The club is called Naughty or Nice.And based on what I'm seeing through the entrance, "nice" was never really an option.The venue has been transformed into some kind of Christmas fever dream designed by someone with a very, very dirty imagination.Red and white lights pulse through artificial snow that falls from the ceiling, catching the strobe lights and making everything sparkle.Giant candy canes frame tEMBER’S POVThe colour drains from Knox’s face so fast it’s like watching someone pull a plug.“She thinks he’s alive,” I continue, and the words feel dangerous leaving my mouth, like setting something loose that I can’t put back. “She heard whispers among the nurses a few nights ago. An emergency call went out demanding every qualified surgeon in the hospital. All ten senior doctors pulled from their shifts in the middle of the night, driven out in private cars. The patient was in critical condition. She thinks it was Rafael.”Knox doesn’t respond.His eyes go blank, sinking to a place I can’t follow. The Lycan King is taking over.I can practically see the ruthless calculations forming behind his stare—a cold precision that terrifies and reassures me all at once.His jaw locks.“You think it’s true, don’t you?” I ask.“FUCK.” The word comes out sharp and vicious and he drops my hand to drag his palm across his jaw. “I KNEW I should have ripped that bastard’s head clean off his shoul
EMBER’S POVHe swallows hard.“I made her carry my secrets and clean my messes and defend my choices to people who questioned them, and not ONCE did she ever refuse, because she trusted me that completely, and I have damned that trust in ways I can’t undo.”The janitor has stopped mopping again. I don’t blame him.“There has to be something,” Nathaniel says, and the begging in his voice is so naked it makes my chest hurt despite everything this man has done. “One last chance at doing right by her. Before the council decides my fate, before Knox decides my fate, before everything I’ve built comes down around me — I need to know I did ONE thing that was for her and only her. Not for Knox. Not for the mission. Not for anything.” He looks at me and the look is the look of a drowning man. “What do I say to her, Ember? What words exist that could possibly be enough? Help me. Please. Anything.”My heart breaks, rips in ways I can’t explain. Is it too late for them? Was it too late for Knox a
EMBER’S POVThe janitor at the far end of the cafeteria has stopped mopping and is staring.“Nathaniel, get up.”“Not until you tell me if there’s a chance. If there’s anything I can do. If Queenie has said anything to you about what she needs from me that I can still give.”I stare down at him on the dirty linoleum.Queenie’s words from the car hit me suddenly.Looking at him now, her jealousy toward Knox makes terrifying sense. It was never romantic. It is so much worse.She has to sit back and watch her husband pour every ounce of his energy, his sharpest focus, and his absolute devotion into another person day after day.He gives Knox everything. Queenie just gets the scraps.“Get up,” I say. Gently but firmly. “Off the floor, Nathaniel. This isn’t a briefing room and I’m not Knox and you don’t need to be on your knees for this conversation.”He gets up and sits back in the chair. His eyes are wet and he doesn’t wipe them and the vulnerability of that — Nathaniel allowing someone
EMBER’S POVMy spine stiffens. I know what this is.He’s going to plead his case. He’s going to explain why Knox should keep him, why the twenty years of service outweigh the sixty-three bodies, why firing him would be politically catastrophic.He’s going to be logical and measured and strategically compelling because that’s what Nathaniel does — he engineers outcomes.And he’s come to me because he thinks I have influence over Knox’s decision, which I do, and he thinks he can convince me to use it in his favour, which he cannot.“If this is about Knox—”“It’s about Queenie.”I stop mid-dismissal.Whatever I was about to say evaporates from my mouth and what replaces it is silence, because of all the things I expected Nathaniel to say in this corridor, that was not one of them.“What?”“I need to talk to you about Queenie.” His voice is different from any version I’ve heard before.This voice has been stripped and sanded until there’s nothing left but the grain underneath, and the gra
EMBER’S POVWhen her eyes meet mine, the dying socialite and the sharp-tongued ex are nowhere to be found. The pretense is over.Underneath it all is just a terrified girl who has worn armor for so long she forgot it wasn’t skin.“So why are you doing this? Why are you selling me hope right now like it’s something I can afford? Why are you trying to make this HARDER? Do you know how hard I’ve fought to get to this place? To this acceptance? I don’t want to go back to the hoping, Ember. The hoping is what kept me awake at three in the morning bargaining with a Goddess who stopped listening months ago.” Her voice drops to a whisper that is barely audible above the heart monitor. “I’m scared. I am so scared, and I have been holding this together with herbs and sarcasm and sheer fucking vanity, and under all of it I am TERRIFIED of what comes next. Of the dark. Of whatever judgement the Goddess has waiting for a woman who left good men at altars and manipulated everyone she ever loved and
EMBER’S POVMy heart twists in my chest.Because of my mother, I always viewed my capacity to love, to forgive, and to unlearn as my absolute greatest flaw.I hated being the kindest person in the room, because it usually meant being the first one taken advantage of.But why should I bear the burden of other people’s cruelty? Why should I crush the one thing most of the world has entirely lost?If there is one thing I know for certain now, it is that some people are worth the extra mile. They are worth the second chance, the kindness, and the forgiveness. It isn’t naivety anymore.My heart finally knows the difference between shrinking down just to please others, and standing firm in my truest, kindest self.“I don’t know what happened between you and Knox in Zürich,” I say. “He didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask, because whatever passed between you two belongs to you, not to me. But I know that something you said or did in those hours is the reason that man shifted on a tarmac and ran a
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







