ログインDominic Steele"You're still up," I said, stopping in the kitchen doorway.Sophie stood at the counter, kettle in hand, water running over it longer than necessary, her eyes fixed somewhere past the window above the sink. She startled slightly at my voice, set the kettle down."Couldn't sleep," she said."Neither could I."The kitchen was dark except for the single light above the stove, low and amber, the kind of light that made the room feel smaller than it was, more private. I crossed to the counter, sat on the stool on the opposite side from her.She moved through the motions of making tea with the particular concentration of someone whose mind was somewhere else entirely. Mug, kettle, the small tin of loose leaves she'd apparently found in one of the cupboards. Her hands worked. Her thoughts clearly did not match the task."Long day," I said."Long week," she corrected.I almost smiled….We sat in the quiet for a while. The kettle ticked as it heated. Outside the
Sophie steele"I knew about the bond," Vivienne said finally. "Seven years ago. I felt it the moment it happened, the way you feel a change in pressure before a storm." She turned to face me. "I said nothing."I held her gaze. "Why are you telling me this now?""Because it's overdue," she said simply. "I am not going to pretend I have a good excuse. I was managing Richard's grief over his own father at the time, plus the pack's political situation, plus my own discomfort with watching my son bond to someone the family hadn't formally prepared for. I told myself it wasn't my business to interfere." A pause. "It was not a good reason. It was simply the reason I had."I said nothing. I let her continue."I don't expect forgiveness for the years of silence," she said. "I'm not asking for it. I'm telling you because you deserve the accurate version of events, not the comfortable one."She moved to the armchair, sat down across from me, her posture as straight as ever, but
Dominic Steele"Everything's here," Lena said quietly, sliding the final folder into her bag as we walked toward the council hall. "Payment records, dates, cross-referenced with Mrs. Harrow's access logs, plus the two additional staff members. It's airtight.""You're certain about the second names.""Confirmed yesterday. One in housekeeping, one in groundskeeping. Both receiving secondary payments from the same property management shell Gerald used for Harrow." She matched my pace. "Three people inside this household, on his payroll, feeding him information for years."I nodded once, pushed open the heavy doors.The council hall was the oldest formal room in the villa, dark wood, high windows, a long table that had hosted every significant pack decision for four generations. Seven chairs around it, six already filled. Gerald sat near the centre, composed, a folder of his own in front of him, looking like a man entirely at ease with whatever was about to happen.Aldric sa
Lena"You're back," I said, not looking up from the file I was organising. "I thought you were in the building until further notice.""I left it with two of Dominic's vetted people," Rowan said, setting his bag down inside the small office off the main hallway. "Council vote is coming faster than expected. He wants me here for that, not standing outside an apartment building watching a car that's already been identified.""Helena Voss's car.""That one." He pulled the second chair around to my side of the desk, which he had no reason to do, which he did anyway, the way he always positioned himself when we worked, close enough to see the documents, not close enough to be accused of anything. "Brief me. Everything you've got on Aldric's contacts, the two undecided council members, Erik's standing."I pulled three folders toward me, opened the first. "Aldric has thirty years on the council, strong relationships with both undecided members, Castellan and Brooke.
Dominic Steele"You need to hear all of it," I said, closing the study door behind her. "Not the version that makes it easier to sit with. All of it."Sophie stood near the desk, arms crossed, already braced for something. She had that stillness she wore when she was preparing to absorb a blow without letting it show. I had learned to recognise it over the past three days. I hated that I had learned to recognise it."Tell me," she said.So I did."Gerald is going to take the question of Ethan's standing to a full council vote. Not the informal version from yesterday's meeting. A formal motion, on record, requiring documentation and proof of the bond." I kept my voice level, factual, the way I delivered anything that needed to be heard clearly rather than softened. "Aldric will support it. Two more council members are already leaning his way. If it passes, you'll be required to appear before the council, prove the bond publicly, and Ethan's status becomes a matter of
Vivienne Steele"Close the door, Gerald."He did, then turned from the door with the ease of a man who had never once in his life walked into a room and felt unwelcome in it. He looked at me across Richard's study, took in the fact that I was seated behind Richard's desk, not in front of it, assessed this, adjusted."Vivienne." He settled into the chair across from me, crossed one leg over the other, relaxed. "You look like you haven't slept.""I haven't," I said. "Sit properly, please. This isn't a social visit."Something shifted in his expression, and I could easily tell it was not an alarm. Gerald did not alarm easily. A recalibration, the adjustment of a man who had expected a different kind of room, a different Vivienne, the one he had been managing successfully for thirty-four years."You called Helena Voss," I said.He didn't flinch. "I reached out to someone who has an interest in how this situation resolves. That's not unusual.""Helena Voss," I repeated, "aba
Dominic Steele"Helena Voss," Lena repeated over the phone, her voice stripped of everything except information. "The car is registered to a property holding company she set up six years ago. It's her current legal name, her current address in the registration. She's been using
Sophie Steele"Mummy!"The voice came through before I'd even gotten the phone fully to my ear, loud enough that I had to adjust my grip, loud enough that I felt the sound land somewhere warm in my chest before I'd processed a single word."Hi, baby." I stepped further into the garde
Rowan Ashby"He's still there," I reported Miriam, standing at the apartment window at an angle that kept me out of the sightline from the street below. "Same position, hasn't moved in forty minutes."Miriam came to stand beside me, looked down without getting close to the glass
Lena’s POV"You didn't eat this morning," I told Sophie when I found her in the small sitting room off the east corridor, her coffee untouched, her eyes on the window.She looked at me. "How do you know that?""Because I know what was on the breakfast table, how long you were in







