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I barely have time to pull my dress over my body before Ryan is running again, hastily pulling on his shirt. I leave my sandals behind and sprint toward him, my bare feet slipping over rock that turns to gravel as we reach the village. My heart is thundering when I finally reach his side.
We sprinted down into the valley. It took mere minutes compared to the long climb up to the spring. I’ve never run so fast, and so far, and my legs burn as I reach for Ryan’s arm but–
People are gathered around one of the houses near the center of the village. I see Shosanna in the crowd and rush out a desperate prayer, thanking the Goddess for keeping her safe from… whatever we hurried here for.
But then a scream rips through the night, hollow and anguished. My blood runs cold as a memory slips through my mind, burning to light. The sound of the scream is so familiar and so fresh, even though it’s been sever
PoseyIt’s an overcast, drizzling day. I watch raindrops trickle down the circular windows of the one-room cabin in Aris’s sailboat, tracing their trails with my index finger. My stomach is tied in multiple tight knots as the boat rocks on the choppy water. Fog hugs the horizon as far as I can see. I have no idea where we’re going. I packed for two days but nothing for this kind of weather. I met Aris at the edge of the dock, and he put me down here, alone, while sending us into the storm. The door to the cabin opens, and Aris steps down into the warm, dry air. Rain drips from his hair onto his shoulders, soaking into the soft fabric of his worn-out flannel. His silver eyes meet mine briefly, hooded, lined with dark circles, before he shrugs out of the shirt and drapes it over the couch. “How are you?”“Don’t,” I croak, sniffling as I tear my gaze away from his shoulders, bare in his cut-off T-shirt. “I’m fine.”“You’re not fine. You’re far from fine.”“Which is why you’re taking us
ArisPosey’s skin gleams in the midmorning light. I’ve been staring at her for the past hour while keeping watch on the back porch swing, giving her the space I can tell she wants. Classical music drifts from the kitchen where the sound of her knife against the cutting board is a rhythmic reminder of her presence, but even over the smell of whatever she’s cooking, something rich and deep with hints of maple, her scent is everywhere. The last two nights were insane. I can’t come up with a better word for it. Gods, I thought she was dying. I think she thought she was dying. Waking up in the dark hours of early morning with her sweat-soaked body clutched against mine and her scent enveloping me had me thinking thoughts I can’t say out loud, like whatever’s happening to her has me by the balls, and I’d crawl through fire to make her feel better. I twirl my phone over my fingers, stealing a glance through the open patio doors leading into the kitchen, and slowly rise. Posey dumps a bowl
ArisThe clock over the stove reads 12:57 A.M. Posey moves into view wearing a tankt op and shorts, her skin shiny with perspiration. She piles her hair in a bun on the top of her head. In the dim light of the kitchen, she’s all curves and skin, something soft enough to sink my teeth into. I bite my lower lip instead, rolling the glass base of my half-empty bottle of beer against the kitchen island. She opens the fridge, scans the contents, and takes two steaks from the bottom self, already rubbed and salted, like cooking a meal in the late hours of the night was always her plan. “You know you’ve cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner like clockwork for the past two weeks. You were under no obligation to do that.” I fold my arms over my chest. Her eyes met mine in the hazy glow of the stove light. Thunder booms in the distance as a storm funnels over the lake, but inside it’s still warm from the heat of the day and cozy, like we hadn’t just spent several hours out on the town and at a
Posey“Here.” Aris slides a glass of purple-hued liquid in my direction. Fizz lifts off the round balls of ice within, and it smells like juniper and lavender. I immediately wrinkle my nose. I enjoy the occasional glass of wine, but I’ve never been one for hard alcohol, even during my college days. “Don’t worry. I know you don’t like liquor” Aris leans against the railing overlooking the lower level of the bar, where a live band sends a screeching rock melody through the venue. “It’s a mocktail. There’s nothing in it but soda water and flavor.”I arch a brow. “You’re not drinking either?”He shakes his head once, lifting an identical drink to his mouth. “Nope. I think I’ve drank enough for an entire lifetime while the boys were here. I want to be clearheaded going forward.” His gaze holds mine against the strobing lights. I feel a little off-center despite the crisp,buzz-free flavor of the drink. He finishes his in a single swallow and sighs, looking over the top of my head at the
PoseyRoman’s departure wasn’t the least bit shocking. He hovered in the doorframe of my bedroom in the glare of morning light, posturing, refusing to make eye contact as he rattled off what was happening and his expectations of me in the meantime. “It’ll be better for you to stay here. It’ll give you a chance to actually put forth an effort in your upcoming entrance exam, and I will finalize the details of your move to Moonrise while at home. You won’t have to worry about Mom and Dad’s feelings on the matter. You’ll be alone here. You’ll have all the time you need to prepare for this. To succeed.” His voice was monotone but firm–a silent warning, and honestly, a confirmation that he gets it now. Why I’m doing this. Why I have to go. Even if his reasons for being okay with it are entirely selfish and only about him and his precious future.He said nothing about Aris and left after saying, “I’ll pick you up in ten days, give or take.” The first thing I did was check my calendar, coun
ArisWhat I should have done is sent Roman back to Sapphire Ridge to chill the fuck out. What I did instead was nothing. It’s been three days since Willow stormed out, Roman shut down, and I kissed Posey not once, but twice against my better judgment. Three days of pretending like everything is okay, that I didn’t do something that will forever ruin my friendship with Posey and her brother if he finds out, which he won’t. I’m not even thinking about Roman, however. He’s a grown-ass man. An Alpha’s son. He’ll be fine, but his presence is currently grating on my nerves, and him leaving would be the best option. He’d go back to his responsibilities, and he’d have the opportunity to bury whatever he’s going through and refuses to talk to me about it. But if he leaves, so will Posey. I can’t allow that quite yet. I tell myself it’s not because he’ll take Posey with him, and I feel like I’m on the cusp of changing her mind, but because I need this summer as well. Like Roman and Posey, I







