MasukISABELLAPOV: NikolaiShe came through the door between two investigators and she looked like herself.That was the thing I noticed first. After a day that had taken pieces off everyone in it, after a mountain and a cabin and a library full of things that could not be unsaid, Isabella came through the door of the Varyn estate looking exactly as she always looked. Composed. Upright. The specific armour of a woman who had decided thirty years ago that appearance was its own form of power and had never stopped believing it.She looked at me first.Then at Hazel.Then at Vera, who had come out of the library when she heard the cars and was standing at the end of the entrance hall with her hands folded, waiting.The two investigators were a man and a woman, both in their forties, both with the particular quality of people who had been doing this long enough to read a room without showing that they were reading it. They introduced themselves and showed credentials and asked if there was som
SIGNATUREPOV: HazelI kept the phone to my ear."Say it again," I said to Mara.She said it again.Vera Varyn.I looked at Vera and she was looking at the window and the fire was going and the tea was on the table and everything in the library was exactly as it always was and the woman sitting in the chair at the centre of it had just become a different shape entirely."I will call you back," I said to Mara.I ended the call.Nikolai was very still beside me.The room held the specific silence of people who were waiting for someone to speak and understood that the person who needed to speak was the one who was not looking at either of them."Vera," I said.She looked at the fire."You signed the original structure documentation," I said. "Reeve's earliest operation. The one my father handed over on the mountain. Your signature is on it."She said nothing."You were not watching Reeve build," I said. "You were building with him."She looked at me then.Her face was the same face it al
SOLICITORPOV: HazelI looked at her for a long moment."You have been holding my mother's account for eleven years," I said."Yes," she said."You are the solicitor in Edinburgh," I said."I have an office there," she said. "I maintained it after my husband's death for exactly this kind of purpose. Something that existed outside the Varyn name and outside Sky Shade City and outside any structure Reeve could find if he went looking." She set her tea down. "Your mother trusted me with it because I was the only person she knew who had both the means to protect it and enough distance from Reeve's network to do so safely.""And you sat in this house for a year," I said. "Watching me survive inside a marriage I did not need. Watching me pull at threads trying to find something I already had access to.""Yes," she said."Why," I said. "If you had the account and you knew who I was and you knew why I was here, why did you not tell me."She held my gaze."Because you needed to be ready," she
HOMEPOV: HazelWe got back to the estate at four in the afternoon.Kaden was at the door before the car stopped, which meant he had been watching the drive, and he looked at the back seat and saw Iris and something in his face loosened that had been tight since this morning. He opened the door and I passed Iris to him without thinking and he took her with the careful unpracticed hold of a man who did not have much experience with small children and was trying not to show it.Iris looked at him.He looked at her."Hello," he said.She grabbed his ear.He winced and looked at me."She does that," I said.Lena came out of the house behind him and I stepped back and let her reach Iris and that was a thing I did not need to watch closely because it was hers and I had already had my version of it on the mountain step and there was only so much a person could hold in one day.I went inside.The estate felt different when I came through the door. Not different in the way it had felt for the
BUYERPOV: NikolaiThe name on the screen was Vera Varyn.I stood in the middle of the cabin and looked at it and looked at Hazel and looked at it again and the specific quality of the silence in the room said that everyone present understood what they were looking at and nobody wanted to be the first to speak.Reeve spoke first."I did not know," he said.I looked at him."The distribution list was managed by Petra," he said. "I set the logistics chain up and I handed it to her and I did not audit the buyer list directly. I had a figure at the end of each season and a chain that did not connect to my name and I did not look further than that.""You did not know Vera was buying the extract," I said."No," he said.I looked at Petra.She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and the expression of a woman who had just run out of things to trade."How long," I said."Since the beginning," she said. "The first season. She contacted the logistics chain six weeks after the faci
FACILITYPOV: NikolaiTwo kilometres.The same distance Sable had told me I had been from the herb when I was on this mountain for three months. I had walked this ground in every direction looking for something and it had been two kilometres away the entire time, not growing wild the way I had imagined it, not hidden in some unreachable fold of the mountain, but inside a facility that Reeve had been running for twelve years while I was grieving the woman whose life it could have extended.I looked at Petra."Take me there," I said."Nikolai," Hazel said."Stay with Iris," I said. "I will be back."She looked at me with the expression she had when she wanted to argue and had decided the timing was wrong. She stayed.Petra pulled on her coat and I followed her out of the cabin into the cold mountain air and we walked in the direction I had walked a hundred times during those three months, northeast, toward the ridge I had climbed repeatedly looking for the specific terrain the herb requ







