LOGINAria’s POV:By the time Archer disappeared down the stairs, I still hadn’t figured out what had just happened. He’d looked furious. Hurt. Confused. Then he’d simply… left. The silence that followed seemed to stretch forever. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.“Well…”Lucien closed his bedroom door behind us before looking at me.“Go get changed.”I blinked.“What?”“You’ve been wearing the same clothes since yesterday.”Heat immediately rushed into my face.“Oh.”I looked down at my wrinkled lavender dress and winced.“I guess I have.”“You guess?”I laughed despite myself.“You could’ve just said I looked terrible.”“You don’t.”His answer came so quickly it caught me off guard.“You look tired.”For some reason, that felt infinitely worse.“Thanks.”“It wasn’t an insult.”“It certainly didn’t sound like a compliment.”A faint flicker of amusement crossed his face.“Go.”I narrowed my eyes.“Bossy.”I huffed dramatically before turning toward the door.“I’ll go.”“I know.”I rol
Archers POV:I stop. He looks exactly like he always does. Calm.Controlled. Infuriatingly unaffected by everything. His black hair is slightly disheveled. His shirt is wrinkled. And he smells like her. Not faintly. Not as if they stood too close. Aria’s scent is all over him. My wolf slams against my control so violently that pain shoots through my body.I see red. No…Green. Definitely fucking green. Lucien looks at me. One dark eyebrow lifts.“Nightblade.”I take one step forward.“Where is she?”His expression doesn’t change.“Good morning to you too.”“Where the fuck is Aria?”His amber eyes sharpen. There. Finally.A reaction. Small. But I see it.“Why?”My hands curl into fists. “Answer the question.”Lucien studies me for several seconds.Then his gaze moves over me slowly, almost lazily. “You seem upset.”I want to hit him. My wolf enthusiastically agrees.“Why do you smell like her?”Lucien says nothing. Which is so much worse.I step closer. “What the fuck did you do?”His
Archer POVShe never came back last night. I know because I didn’t sleep. Not that the two things are related. They’re not. I had training to think about. Pack responsibilities. The eastern wards have been unstable for the past week, and I needed to review the patrol schedules.There are a hundred reasons I was awake.Aria Veyne isn’t one of them. My wolf growls. I ignore him. Fucking traitor. I stand near the window of my room on the third floor of Ironclaw House, staring out at the academy grounds as the first gray light of morning creeps over Ebonveil.Her room is down the hall. Four doors away.I know that because I was the one who showed it to her. I know the exact sound her door makes when it opens. I know how light her footsteps are when she walks down the hallway. I know that sometimes she leaves her room late at night because apparently the girl has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.And I know she didn’t come back last night.Not before midnight. Not at one. Not at tw
I should wake her. I’ve known this for the past twenty-three minutes. Aria fell asleep against my chest without warning, one arm still wrapped loosely around my waist, her breathing soft and even as her body relaxed completely into mine.I should tell her it’s late. I should walk her back to her room. I should do any number of things that don’t involve sitting perfectly still on my bed while Aria Veyne sleeps in my arms. I do none of them. Because she came looking for me.The thought has been circling my mind since the moment I opened my door and found her standing on the other side. I was looking for you. Five words. Five simple fucking words, and somehow they’ve managed to destroy a century worth of common sense.She sought me out. Not Archer. Not Jasper.Me. Perhaps the most dangerous part is that she didn’t even know where my room was. Her magic found me. I still haven’t decided what to do with that information. I’ve considered every reasonable explanation. Coincidence. Instinct.
Aria’s POV: Lucien goes completely still. The words hang between us. Too honest to take back. And suddenly, I can’t sit upright anymore. I’m exhausted. Before I can overthink it, I move closer. Lucien freezes as I rest my head against his chest. His entire body turns rigid beneath me. For one horrible second, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.“Is this okay?” I whisper.His answer takes too long. “Yes.”The word sounds strained. I almost pull away. Then his arm comes around me slowly. His hand settles against my back. Everything inside me quiets. My magic. My thoughts. My fear. All of it. I close my eyes.Lucien’s chest rises beneath my cheek. His scent surrounds me completely now. For the first time since the party, I can breathe.“This is exactly what I mean,” I whisper. “How can I feel all of that for three different people? What kind of person does that make me?”“The honest kind.”I tilt my head enough to look up at him.He doesn’t hesitate.“Wanting three people doesn’t make you
Lucien isn’t here. I stand in the middle of the courtyard staring at our empty stone bench like it has personally betrayed me. Which is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. It’s not like Lucien and I have an agreement to meet here every night. We never made plans. Never decided on a time. Somehow, it just became something we did.I came outside. He appeared. We sat together. Sometimes we talked. Sometimes I read while he stared into the darkness like the brooding vampire stereotype he absolutely was. But he was always here. Until tonight. I glance around the courtyard again. Nothing.The fountain trickles quietly at the center. Moonlight spills across empty stone pathways, and the academy towers above me, dark and silent. No Lucien. Disappointment twists unexpectedly through my chest. I should go back to my room. That’s the logical thing to do. I’ve had a long enough night already. I went to a fae party. I drank. I played truth or dare. I climbed into Jasper Ashwyck’s lap in front of ha







