LOGINDanteIsabella had been attached to my arm since breakfast and I was getting irritated. "You’re so quiet this morning, Dante," she murmured, leaning her head against my shoulder.I just looked at her briefly before turning my gaze away. My eyes didn't find the water first; they found the shadow standing six feet away. Violet was leaning against the stone pillar of the terrace, her hands behind her back. She was trying to be invisible, but I felt the heat of her gaze. There was a tightness in her jaw, a specific rigidity to her spine that I couldn't understand. She looked like she was breathing through a filter of broken glass."Hopefully you're thinking about me?" Isabella continued, but I didn't answer. I just looked out at the water and breathed through my nose."Isabella," I said, cutting through her next attempt at small talk.She looked up, blinking. "Yes?""Go and find Alex. She mentioned wanting to walk the east side of the island. She won't ask twice."Something crossed her
RonThe stairs groaned under my boots, a rhythmic, heavy sound that shadowed her frantic pace. Alex didn't look back. She never did. She treated me like a piece of furniture until she needed someone to bleed for her, but tonight, the air between us was screaming. The beach house was a tomb of glass and expensive wood, the crashing waves outside mocking the silence. She reached the door to her suite and fumbled with the handle. Her hands were shaking. I’d watched those hands navigate boardrooms and black-tie galas without a tremor, but here, in the dark with me, she was falling apart."Get in your room, Alex," I said, my voice sounding like gravel."I’m going," she snapped, finally throwing the door open. "You can stop hovering. Your shift is over. Go sleep in the barracks or wherever it is you go to brood."I didn't move. I stepped across the threshold, closing the door behind me with a soft, deliberate click. The lock engaged. The sound made her spine stiffen. She spun around, her e
VioletThe dining room on the island was designed to feel intimate. Low lighting. A long table. Windows that turned black as the evening came in.I took my position near the wall. I was the guard. Present and invisible. Tonight, that felt like the only viable option.Isabella had the seat to Dante's right. She settled into it like she’d owned it her whole life. "I didn't realise how much I needed this until we got here," she said, unfolding her napkin. She looked at Dante with a warm smile. "The water does something. I feel like I've been holding my breath for weeks."Dante looked at her. "Mm.""You’re a man of many words tonight, Dante," she teased. She tilted her head. "Tell me about the island's history. I heard the original owners were quite... eccentric."She knows the answer to that already, I thought. She’s just fishing. She wants him to look at her. She wants him to talk. And honestly? I hate that I’m standing here counting every time she blinks at him.I looked at the window
AlexI had always known I was the spare.Not because anyone said it, but because I had eyes and I had grown up in the same house as Dante and those two things together were sufficient education on the subject. He walked into rooms and people reorganised themselves around him without deciding to, the way iron filings move toward a magnet without consulting each other first. I walked into the same rooms and people smiled at me and went back to what they were doing.I had accepted it young because accepting it was easier than the alternative, and because I loved my brother in the particular helpless way you love someone who has never done anything wrong to you except exist more loudly than you do.But something had shifted recently and I felt it the way you feel a change in weather before it arrives, in the pressure of things rather than the things themselves. There were conversations that stopped when I entered. There were looks exchanged over my head that people thought I didn't catch.
VioletThe next morning, we prepared the things for the leave. Ron appeared at the bottom of the main house steps. He had two suitcases that weren't his and a third bag slung over one shoulder. He looked entirely unbothered."Is that everything, Ron?" I asked, watching him drop the luggage."It is for now," he said. He kicked one bag to the side with his foot, looking satisfied. "I’ve mastered the art of the heavy lift. You could learn a thing or two.""I think I'll stick to my own bag, thanks," I muttered.I kept to the side of the driveway where the cars were being loaded. The morning was cool. The grounds were busy with organized chaos. I was watching the nearest car when I heard her.Isabella had come outside.She was dressed well, her hair neat. She reached Dante with both hands extended."I've been looking forward to this all week," she said. The warmth in her voice was genuine. It made it worse. She’s such a green tea bitch, I thought. She’s obsessed with my mate and she does
VioletThe knock came before either of us had fully caught our breath from our... activity. Dante stilled above me for a moment and then the knock came again, three measured raps and he exhaled through his nose and pressed his forehead briefly against mine before he pulled away.I stared at the ceiling and listened to him move around the room, the soft sounds of someone putting themselves back together, and I did the same, finding my clothes and straightening them with hands that were steadier than I expected them to be.He glanced at me once when he was done and something moved across his face that I didn't try to read."Come," he said and I followed him out.~~~His grandmother's room was at the end of the east corridor, larger than the others and arranged meticulously. She was sitting in the chair near the window when we came in, her walking stick propped beside her and her white hair pulled back as neatly as it always was. She looked like she had been expecting us for a while an
Violet“No, not at all,” I said, keeping my voice as flat and professional as possible. My heart was thumping against my ribs, but I refused to let a stupid Northshore princess like Isabella see me sweat.“I thought so too.” She didn't even look at me as she shrugged off her designer jacket and thr
Dante“Grandma…” I started with a tired sigh .“What? He made us wait here a minute longer. If your life was in danger, he’d be arriving now. Is that what we pay him for? Slacking around?” Her voice sharpened. “Kill him already."She repeated the order, calm and certain, but no one moved.Not becau
DanteFifty men.Fifty families that I would need to face. Fifty apologies I would have to find the right words for, knowing there weren't any. The bombing had been precise and deliberate and it had left nothing to send back to them. There were no remnants of their bodies or anything families could
Violet The car was quiet now and it make sense given who was in it.The guy who made me get into his car... apparently his name was Ron. Ron had not stopped talking since we pulled out of the gates. He was turned sideways in his seat, arm hooked over the headrest, going on about the bar like he







