MasukEmmeline stepped back until the brass handrail dug into her spine as tears of hot, furious humiliation pricked her eyes."You think your jealousy makes you look strong? It makes you look cruel. You met Jasper five minutes ago and immediately degraded him. He is a talented, honest man who agreed to manage this branch because he believes in me. And you treated him like vermin." Her lower lip trembled."Why do you always weaponize my past against me? Are you trying to make me feel dirty? Do you want me to feel like a traitor for choosing you?"Zavian's expression fractured, a flicker of genuine shock crossing his features.He forced his eyes shut, his jaw working as he wrestled the feral instincts back into the dark corners of his mind."Emmeline, don't twist this into something it isn't." He dragged a hand through his dark hair, the motion sharp with frayed control.When his eyes opened again, the silver had receded, leaving behind a stormy, exhausted blue. "How many times must we fight
Jasper blanched, recoiling slightly under the sheer venom of the rebuke.The absolute arrogance and hostility rolling off the older man left the young chef entirely tongue-tied."I see. I... I didn't realize." He stuttered.Emmeline shot Zavian a sharp, warning look, but the man ignored her completely."So this young man was your close companion at the culinary school you graduated from two years ago?" His gaze locked onto Jasper with calculation, measuring the latter like an insect that had dared crawl across his territory."Is that correct?" Zavian turned to Emmeline, his features laced with disdain that failed to hide the simmering jealousy beneath.Emmeline felt the invisible walls of a trap closing around her."Yes, that's right." She swallowed hard, keeping her tone clipped and guarded."And she entrusted a recent graduate to manage a flagship location in Paris? Wouldn't it have been wiser to hire someone with actual decades of professional experience?" Zavian shifted his icy bl
A young man of medium build stood holding a clipboard, his face dusted with white flour and his black chef's apron bearing the colorful battle scars of fresh reductions and simmering stocks."Jasper Liu!"The formal, guarded expression on the young chef's face vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant grin that altered his entire appearance."Emmeline!" Jasper dropped the clipboard onto a nearby service station and rushed forward, switching immediately to English with an audible rush of relief and joy."I knew you were arriving for the opening, but I didn't recognize you from behind. You look incredible, so sophisticated.""I have an unforgettable silhouette. Perhaps you should get your eyes checked." Emmeline felt a spark of nostalgia ignite in her chest, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder with an easy, teasing smile.Her breath hitched when Zavian's fingers suddenly clamped around her hand.Emmeline glanced sideways, her heart leaping into her throat as she registered the sudd
Emmeline was about to formulate a response when Zavian nodded toward the control panel."Type in the restaurant's address."Emmeline leaned across the center console, keying the coordinates of the restaurant in the city center.Her fingertips moved across the responsive glass, hyper-aware of the heat radiating from the broad chest beside her.Every breath in the cabin carried his unique scent.The human unfurled beyond the tinted windows, bathed in the soft gray drizzle of Paris, but the reality inside the vehicle felt far more substantial, anchoring her in an oasis of raw possession."It's beautiful here." Her gaze drifted to the distant silhouette of the Eiffel Tower rising through the pale mist.The monument stood as a symbol of mortal ambition and engineering, an iron lattice that seemed delicate compared to the timeless spires of the Blackthorn realm.Looking at it, Emmeline felt the sharp contrast between the world of men and the ancient eternity she was slowly becoming part of.
The remaining over ten hours of the flight dissolved into a blur of altitude and deep, dreamless sleep.When Emmeline woke again, she felt surprisingly refreshed, tucked warmly against Zavian’s side.She knew he’d tended to her while she slept.The sheer exhaustion from their relentless marathon should have left her too battered and sore to move, but his mouth had taken care of that.His saliva had worked its quiet magic, soothing the raw ache between her thighs before she ever opened her eyes.She tilted her head slightly, her gaze drifting over to Zavian, who was still sound asleep.The sharp, terrifying severity of the supernatural king had softened into something beautifully human.His dark hair fell across his brow, and the exhaustion lining his eyes told her the sheer weight of holding his realm together and loving her was taking its toll.She remained perfectly still, refusing to wake him, content simply to watch the man behind the myth breathe.---By the time the jet’s wheels
Emmeline’s body went completely rigid.Zavian felt the change immediately. “What is it?”She lifted her face from his chest. “What happened to Elainna?”The tenderness vanished from Zavian’s expression.“She was punished.” His voice was entirely flat.The clipped, hollow answer sent a chill down Emmeline's spine. She waited, but Zavian’s gaze slipped from hers, offering nothing more.Emmeline remembered Elainna was stripped of the High Priestess title, rendered without the reverence and false holiness she had used to turn others against her.Part of Emmeline had felt satisfaction then.But it wasn’t enough.Not after the dead infant in the lower districts.Not after what she had done to Lila.Not after the garden.“She’s still alive,” Emmeline murmured.Zavian’s jaw clenched and the silence that followed was dangerous.She could see the violence he had restrained in his eyes. He had wanted Elainna dead. Not imprisoned. Not disgraced. Not sealed and watched. Dead.And yet she was still
"Beloved brothers and sisters." A female voice carried through the sacred space, warm and melodious yet firm with purpose.A young woman whose very presence seemed to sanctify the space around her stood proudly at the altar. Her pristine white habit flowed around her slender frame with each gracefu
Emmeline's name had never sounded like that before. On the lips of parishioners or the convent superiors, it was always formal and entirely professional. But on his lips, it sounded like a dark, desperate prayer.She shivered as her treacherous body betrayed her once again.His voice carried the eas
The world came back to Emmeline in fragments.First, there was warmth seeping into her bones, melting into places inside her that'd always felt faintly numb. It felt like coming home after wandering alone for a lifetime. Then came the scent. It was dark, masculine, and wholly unfamiliar. It was the
The temperature in the cathedral plummeted further as the dark stranger advanced down the center aisle.Several congregation members succumbed to their terror and fainted outright, while others began to pray frantically."Hail Mary, full of grace." Whispered words tumbled over each other in despera







