ANMELDENBrielle's POVI thought of the letters in the shoebox. Dear Diana. I miss you more than I let myself admit. I thought of her thin silver bracelet, wrapped in a handkerchief, kept close, kept where he could reach it whenever he wanted to hold something that used to be hers. All the small proofs I'd found and hated, that the man I ruined my name for had never once stopped loving the woman I helped him throw away."Ian doesn't know," I said."No. And you are not going to tell him." My father crossed the room and took my chin in his hand, the way he had when I was small and had done something he didn't like. "You're going to do exactly what you've always done, Brielle. Stay close to him. Smile. Wait. And when the moment comes, you'll hand me the boy who thinks he loves you, and I'll hand you the only thing you've ever truly wanted.""Which is?""To be someone your mother didn't walk out on." He said it softly, like a gift. It cut deeper than any blade he could have used. "To matter. I can
Brielle's POVMy father poured himself a drink and didn't offer me one, which told me more than anything he'd said so far."Sit down, Brielle.""I've been standing for ten minutes, and all you've told me is that two buildings burned and that it went the way it needed to." I stayed on my feet. "So no. I'll stand until you tell me what I broke every speed limit in the dark to hear."He took his time. He always did, when he wanted a person off balance. He crossed to the cold fireplace and looked into the dead ash like it held more interest than I did."You know what a Beta is," he said. "To a pack.""The second. The one who serves the Alpha.""The one who serves." He turned the words over, tasting the rot in them. "Thirty-one years, Brielle. I served her father while he lived. I served that girl while she played at ruling with a husband who couldn't keep his hands off my own daughter's friends. Thirty-one years standing one step behind a chair that was never once going to be mine, watchi
Diana's POV "A thing that didn't happen," he repeated. "Or a thing I choose to make true by living it. Those aren't the same to me." He held my eyes. "A father isn't a night, Diana. It's the ten thousand mornings after. I know men who share blood with children they've never once fed. And I've known men who raised children not their own so well the blood never mattered a day. I'd rather be the second kind. I've had a long time to decide that about myself.""You've thought about this before tonight.""I've thought about you before tonight." A rueful breath. "For longer than is decent, if we're being honest, and it seems we finally are."I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes and laughed, wet and helpless. "You picked a strange hour to finally be honest with me.""You picked a strange hour to faint in my garden." The corner of his mouth lifted, tired and warm at once. "We're a matched pair for poor timing, you and I. Always have been, from the very start of it.""That's not funny."
Diana's POVHe didn't answer right away, and for every second he didn't, I built the rejection for him in my own head, so it would hurt less when it finally came.He'd be reasonable. Travis was always reasonable. He'd say the arrangement never covered this. He'd say a man has limits. He'd say it kindly, because he did everything kindly, and the kindness would somehow make it worse.I braced for all of it."No," he said.I heard the word and didn't trust it. "No?""No, I'm not going to leave you." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and held my eyes. "Diana, look at me. I need you to hear this the way I mean it, not the way you're already twisting it in your head.""I'm not—""You are. You've already decided I'm halfway out the door, and I'm sitting right here." Something almost like a smile touched his mouth. "So let me talk. You've done all the talking for both of us since the doctor left, and you've gotten every word of it wrong."I shut my mouth."You didn't trap me," he said.
Travis POV The doctor was watching me. I made my face do the thing it had learned to do across years of watching Diana marry another man and smiling through it anyway."Thank you," I said. "For coming so quickly.""Of course. She's lucky to have someone who moves that fast." She handed me a folded sheet. "Make sure she eats. And keep her off her feet today. If the dizziness comes back, or there's any bleeding, you call me before you call anyone else. Day or night.""Bleeding." The word scraped going down. "Is that likely?""It's a thing I say to every husband so that he watches for it, not a thing I expect." Her look softened by a degree. "She's healthy. The baby's fine. She fainted because she ran herself into the ground, not because anything's wrong. Feed her and let her sleep and she'll frighten you a good deal less by tomorrow.""How far along did you say.""Seven weeks. Give or take a few days." She studied me while she said it, the way a good doctor watches a man's face for wha
Travis' POVShe went limp in my arms between one breath and the next."Diana." I caught her before she struck the stone, one arm behind her back, the other under her knees, already moving, already shouting for the staff before I'd finished lifting her. "Get the house physician. Now. And call whoever her private doctor is. I don't care what it costs. Get them here."I carried her inside myself. I wouldn't let anyone else touch her. I laid her on the long couch in the sitting room and knelt beside it, and her face had gone so pale it frightened me worse than the fire had."Come on," I said under my breath, low enough that only she could have heard it. "Come back. You don't get to scare me like this. Not after the night I've had."Her lashes didn't move. Her hand lay open on the cushion, and I covered it with my bandaged one and held it and counted her breaths until the staff came running.Sussy arrived inside the half hour, having plainly broken every speed limit between her house and o







