로그인EMBER’S POVSomething flickers across Hale’s face. It comes too fast, and its gone before I can name it, smoothed over with that bright, blinking pleasantness, like a stone dropping into water and the surface going still again right after.“Your wife,” she says, and gives a little laugh, high and quick. “Well. Isn’t that something. Isn’t that just— something.” She clasps her hands under her chin. “She’s so small, Knox. Look at her little face. Where did you find her?”I open my mouth, but Knox gets there first, and his voice has cooled a few degrees.“Ember, this is Hale. My cousin, on my father’s side.” He says it the way you’d hand someone a fact to hold. “Her branch of the family lived here when we were children, before they travelled out east. She came back years ago. She’s helped keep the house since.”“Helped keep it.” Hale’s laugh again, that little glassy chime. “He makes it sound so small. I’ve kept this house breathing while he was off being terrifying all over the continent
EMBER’S POVI do not know what to do with that.I’ve spent my whole life being the woman people look through. Being looked at like this, like I am something, makes my skin feel two sizes too small.I am busy, not knowing what to do with my own face when one of them just—leaves.She breaks right out of the line, a little older woman, small and fast, and she is already crying before she gets to us, which, I want to be clear, no one had warned me was on the agenda.“You brought someone home.” She says it to Knox, and then she says it again, quieter, like she doesn’t believe her own mouth. “Oh, dear. Ten years. Ten years and you finally brought someone home.”Beside me, something in him goes soft. First soft thing I’ve felt off him in hours.“It’s late,” he says. “You should be asleep, Marjorie.”“Don’t you tell me about my sleep.” She scrubs her face with the back of her hand, and then she turns all of it on me, and I brace, because I know that turn.I have felt that turn in every fancy
EMBER'S POV The car climbed for what felt like a year, and I’d given up asking how much longer somewhere around the second switchback, when the trees finally let go of the road and I saw it.I don’t know what I expected.Something old, probably. Something with gargoyles and a moat and a name that sounded like a curse, because that fit the man whose hand had been wrapped around mine since the plane like he thought I might evaporate if he loosened his grip.What I got instead was black glass and steel folded out over a drop I couldn’t see the bottom of, the whole thing lit up gold from the inside and hanging in the dark.“Okay,” I said. “That’s not a house.”“It’s home.” His thumb kept moving over my knuckles. Slow, steady, around and around, the way you’d check a bruise hadn’t gotten worse.He hadn’t stopped touching me since we got on the plane. He hadn’t said much either, not since the runway, not since I mentioned Rafael and the warm version of him packed up and left and this other
EMBER’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 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
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 POV“I want to recover here. In this penthouse. Not locked away somewhere safe and isolated.”And there it is. The trade she’s been building toward.I almost laugh.“You want to stay here,” I repeat slowly. “With us. With Knox.”“You heard me. What part of dying don’t you seem to understand







