LOGINPOV: MelinaShe turned around.She didn't plan it. One moment her back was against his chest and his mouth was at her neck and the next she was turning in his lap to face him and his hands were on her waist and they were looking at each other in the quiet of the empty room.He looked at her like he'd been waiting.Not surprised. Not urgent. Just...waiting. Like he'd known this was coming since the first morning she'd stood in his doorway with her face on fire pretending she hadn't seen anything."Sera," he said."Don't," she said. "Don't say anything."He didn't say anything.He kissed her instead.It was nothing like the dream.The dream had been warm and blurred at the edges, something she could dismiss in the morning light, something she could file under fever and exhaustion and the particular cruelty of a body that wanted things her brain had vetoed.This was nothing like that.This was his hands in her hair and his mouth on hers and three weeks of pretending suddenly over all at
POV: MelinaThe delegation was gone by four.Three cars pulling out through the main gates, the Veldthorn representative's driver going first, the fey emissary last, and then the estate exhaled in that specific way it did when something demanding had finally ended and everyone could stop performing.Melina kept working.Post delegation checks. East wing rooms stripped and reset, linen counted, the council room returned to its normal configuration. She had a list and she was moving through it and she was fine.She was tired but she was fine.She was on the last room when she heard him.Not footsteps exactly. Just a shift in the air behind her that she'd learned to recognise over three weeks of Archer appearing in doorways without announcing himself.She didn't turn around."Delegation's gone," he said."I know. I'm doing the post checks.""You've been working since six AM.""So have you probably.""I took a break at lunch.""Good for you," she said.She heard him come into the room. Cr
POV: MelinaShe knew before she even looked out the window.The estate sounded different in the morning. Footsteps that weren't there yesterday. Voices on radios at an hour when the grounds were usually quiet. She lay in bed for thirty seconds just listening and by the time she got up she already knew what she was going to find.She looked out the window.Four new faces on the east grounds. Patrol rotation changed....tighter intervals, overlapping coverage where there had been gaps before. A truck she hadn't seen before parked near the north gate.She got dressed.****Lucy found her at breakfast."Crazy night," Lucy said, sliding into the seat across from her with her tray. "Did you hear the alarm?""Hard to miss," Melina said."Marcus had the whole outer perimeter swept by two AM." Lucy lowered her voice like she was sharing something significant. "They found traces at the eastern boundary. Someone had been watching the estate."Melina kept her face neutral. "Watching it.""That's w
POV: MelinaShe made it to the greenhouse path.Ten steps from the door. Container in her bag, tool in her pocket, forty seconds of sentinel gap still ahead of her.She was so close she could see the silver leaves through the glass.Then the lights came on.Not gradually. All at once....every floodlight on the estate grounds blazing to life simultaneously, turning the dark into something that felt like midday, and half a second later the sound of boots on gravel, fast and organised, coming from the north perimeter.She was already moving.She didn't think about it. Didn't decide. Her body just went....flat against the greenhouse wall, using the shadow the floodlights couldn't reach, moving back the way she came with everything her father had ever taught her about staying small and staying quiet and staying alive.The sentinel gap was gone.She could hear wolves. Not human footsteps....the specific sound of something larger moving fast through the outer grounds, the estate's security s
POV: MelinaShe woke up knowing.Not anxious knowing. Not the tight wound feeling she'd carried for three weeks every time a plan fell through. Just a quiet settled certainty that sat in her chest like something that had finally stopped moving.Tonight.She got up. Got dressed. Pinned her hair back. Looked at herself in the small mirror on the wall for exactly three seconds.Then she went to work.The last delegation day ran the same as the first two except everyone was slightly more tired and slightly less careful about hiding it. The pack representatives were ready to go home. The fey emissary had said everything it intended to say and was now simply present, serene and uninvested, waiting for the formalities to conclude.Melina moved through it all on autopilot.Not badly....she did the job properly, she always did the job properly.....but the surface part of her brain handled it while the rest of her was somewhere else entirely. Checking distances. Running timing. Going through th
POV: MelinaShe went out at one AM.Not to the greenhouse. Not yet. Just to test it....the ledge, the timing, the distance from the garden wall. She needed to know it held before she committed to it fully and she needed to know it at night, in the dark, under real conditions and not daylight approximations from a second floor window.She dressed in dark clothes. Tied her hair back. Put her phone on silent and left it on the bed because if something went wrong she didn't want it on her.She went out through the east wing side door.***The ledge was eight inches wide.She'd estimated that from the window and she'd estimated right, which was a small relief. She found the access point where the maintenance ladder was bolted to the exterior wall, half hidden behind a drainpipe, exactly where she'd calculated it would be from the building's original layout diagrams she'd found in the delegation resource files.She climbed up.Tested her weight on the ledge.It held.She moved along it slow







