Se connecterDaisy I should have kept walking. I should have ignored his snarky remark and headed straight to my room. If I had, then I wouldn't be in the dilemma that I was in right now. The moment Elias told me to come with him, every instinct screamed at me to refuse. To turn around, to run, to give even the silliest excuse just so he wouldn't bother me anymore, but I didn't do any of those. Instead, I followed him and I hated myself for it.Neither of us spoke as we walked through the silent corridors. For a quick second, a tiny part of me couldn't help but wish that Caspian would just burst out of one the doors and block our paths. That way, I wouldn't have to go with the devil, but apparently, life had other plans for me. His footsteps were steady, unhurried, while mine felt heavy with every step. He already knew I would come and that irritated me almost as much as he did.Eventually, he stopped outside the large wooden door that led to his chambers. In one breath, he pushed it open wi
Daisy It was late, far too late for me to still be awake, but I still couldn't bring myself to sleep. The living room was quiet except for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.A book rested open in my lap but I hadn't turned a page in nearly twenty minutes.I stared at the same paragraph over and over again, reading absolutely none of it, because the truth was simple.I wasn't reading. I was waiting.My wolf made a disgusted sound inside my head.Liar.I scowled at the page. Maybe I wasn't waiting, not really. Maybe I was just restless, maybe I couldn't sleep.Maybe….“You're waiting for him.” I barely got to finish the thought before my wolf's voice echoed in my head. A hiss slid past my lips as I slammed the book shut. The sound echoed through the room and annoyingly, my wolf seemed pleased with herself.Three days. Three miserable, frustrating, awful days. Three days since I'd spoken to Caspian, since I'd looke
Caspian The old man looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. Not a stranger and not an unwelcome visitor, but a fucking ghost.For a moment neither of us moved.Rain battered the roof overhead while cold wind slipped through the half-open doorway. Water dripped from my coat onto the wooden porch, but I barely noticed.The old man's face had gone completely pale. His eyes remained fixed on mine, on my eyes, on the thing he'd recognized.Then, very slowly, he reached for the door."You need to leave." The words weren't angry and weren't hostile either. If anything, they sounded frightened.That was somehow worse."No." I planted my hand against the door before he could close it. “I need to talk to you.” “No. You can't.” The old man's shoulders visibly tensed. "You shouldn't be here.""Then tell me why." I muttered and his jaw tightened. For a second I thought he might answer.Instead he looked over my shoulder, into the darkness beyond me, like he expected someone else to appear, lik
Caspian The investigator called again three hours later, and for the life of me, I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. I was standing in front of the window when my phone vibrated.The sky outside had already darkened, turning the estate grounds into little more than shadows and distant lights.I hadn't stopped thinking since our last conversation. Not about Daisy,nor about the council and not even about the witness either. If there was one person on my mind since the call ended, it had to be my father. Every road seemed to lead back to him and every answer seemed to circle around his name before disappearing into silence.Why? I asked myself, but I didn't get the chance to dwell on that before my phone buzzed again.“Hello.” I answered immediately. "What now?"The investigator didn't waste time."I've located the witness."“What?” My entire body went still.."You found him?""Yes."“Okay.” I turned away from the window. "Where is he?""That's the problem."Of course
Caspian The office felt too quiet.I stood motionless beside my desk, my phone pressed tightly against my ear while the investigator's words echoed inside my skull.It's connected to your father.The sentence shouldn't have affected me as much as it did.My father had been connected to countless things over the years. Businesses, alliances, decisions and even enemies.That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the hesitation in the investigator's voice.The caution, the discomfort like he was scared of stepping on any toes or starting a bloody fire. Men didn't sound like that unless they were afraid of what they were about to say."What exactly does that mean?" My grip tightened around the phone as I asked coldly.“Look.” he started , but trailed off and believe me when I said I hated the silence crackling through the line."Caspian...""No." My voice hardened instantly. "Don't start dancing around it now. You called me."Another pause, then a slow exhale followed. "I can't explai
Caspian Three days..Three fucking days. That was how long it had been since Daisy had spoken to me. She hadn't argued with me, she hadn't snapped and she hadn't rolled her eyes at me either. Nothing, just three days of pure silence. At first, I thought she simply needed space. After everything that had happened, after the council, after the argument, after the questions about her parents, I figured she would cool off eventually.She hadn't and every attempt I'd made had been ignored.Notes, messages, meals sent to her room and even excuses to cross paths with her.Nothing worked.Either she wasn't there when I looked, or she somehow managed to disappear seconds before I arrived. The more it happened, the more convinced I became that it wasn't accidental.She was avoiding me, deliberately and the realization sat like a stone in my chest. My wolf hated it and restless wasn't even the right word anymore.He paced constantly beneath my skin. He was agitated, irritable and fucking poss
Daisy By the time evening arrived, I felt like prey being prepared for sacrifice and the worst part? Everyone around me knew it too.The servants helping me dress barely spoke above whispers as they moved around my room with unnerving precision. One adjusted the silver clasps at the back of my
Daisy By noon, I realized Elias had ruined my life and not metaphorically either, but literally.Apparently, there were entire social rules nobody had bothered telling me existed before now, and according to Caspian, one wrong glance at dinner could apparently start political warfare.I sat sti
Daisy The second the duo disappeared up the stairs and I heard the office doors shut behind Caspian and Elias, the dining hall became unbearably quiet, but it wasn't the peaceful kind. It was suffocating and the kind that pressed against my ears until every tiny sound felt amplified, from the
Daisy The moment Elias fully walked in, the temperature of the room changed.I felt it before I saw him, that shift in air pressure, like something had been sucked out and replaced with something heavier. Caspian's hand, which had been resting casually on my lower back, tightened slightly, not en







