LOGINHe asked me to take everything. Every kiss. Every fight. Every quiet morning he ever let himself be soft with me. Every single memory of the five years we spent loving each other in secret. He said it was the only way to keep me safe. That if he walked into the enemy’s camp knowing he had a mate, they would use me to destroy him. So he asked me to hold his memories inside me, like I was a box he could trust, and he promised he would come back for them in six months. That was five years ago. Caius is home now. But he doesn’t remember me. He doesn’t remember any of it. And the worst part? He is falling in love with me all over again, slowly, the way he did the first time, and I am standing here with all of him inside my head, watching him meet me like a stranger. I know every single thing about him. His nightmares. The way he takes his coffee. The scar on his ribcage from the night he almost died protecting me. The exact words he said when he first told me he loved me. He knows nothing about me. And now the people he spent five years hunting are closing in, the mission is falling apart, and the only way to save him is to give him back everything he asked me to take. But if I do that, he will remember everything they did to me while he was gone. And the Caius who remembers is not the kind of man who lets things go.
View MoreMIRA POV“You’re staring at that window like it owes you money.”I turned around. Caius was standing at the kitchen counter, back to me, pouring coffee like he hadn’t just said that. I could hear the smile in his voice even from here.“I’m thinking,” I said.“About what?”“Nothing important.”He looked over his shoulder at me. One eyebrow up. “Nothing important.”“The city,” I said. “The light. How it looks different in the morning.”“That’s what you’re thinking about at seven in the morning.”“Yes.”He turned back to his coffee. “Okay.”I smiled at the window.The city was doing its Tuesday thing. Buses, people, the usual noise that started slow and built into something full by eight. The sky was that pale winter blue that didn’t commit to anything, just sat there being cold and clear. My tea was warm in my hands, oat milk and one sugar, already made and waiting on the counter when I came out of the bedroom.He’d made it without being asked. He always did now.My phone buzzed on the
MIRA POV“You’re eating nothing,” Petra said, pushing the plate closer to me.“I’m eating.”“You picked up that same piece of bread four times and put it back down. That’s not eating, that’s anxiety with props.”I put the bread in my mouth just to shut her up. She looked satisfied in that annoying way she had, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed like she’d won something.We were in her kitchen. She’d shown up at the apartment that morning with food and noise, exactly like I knew she would, exactly like I needed her to. Caius had left early for pack business, which was probably him being smart about giving me space to breathe before tonight.“How are you feeling?” Petra asked.“Fine.”“Mira.”“I’m nervous,” I said. “But not the bad kind. It’s more like.” I stopped. “You know when something is finally about to happen and your body doesn’t know if it should be scared or excited so it just does both at the same time?”“Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what that is.” She reached
MIRA POV“You’ve gone quiet,” I said.Caius didn’t look up from the file in front of him. His coffee had been sitting untouched for twenty minutes, which meant whatever was in his head was loud enough to drown out the cold.“I’m thinking,” he said.“About the files?”“No.”I put my pen down. He was still looking at the page but his eyes weren’t moving, which meant he wasn’t reading it either. I knew his quiet by now. The work quiet was different from this one. This one had weight in it.“Then what?” I asked.He closed the file. Slowly, like he was buying himself a second. Then he looked at me across the table and said, “The bond.”Just those two words. My stomach did something fast and complicated.“What about it?” I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt.“Not the thread,” he said. “Not what we already have. The completion of it. The formal thing. The full moon, the pack as witness, the permanent version.” He held my gaze and didn’t blink. “I’ve been thinking about it.”The
MIRA POV“You have the room in fifteen minutes,” Caius said.“I know,” I said.“You have done this before.”“Not to six Alpha pairs,” I said.“The material is the same material,” he said. “The room is just bigger.”I looked at him. “Are you giving me a pep talk right now?”“No,” he said. “I am stating facts.”“It sounds like a pep talk.”“It is not a pep talk,” he said. “You are going to be fine. That is also a fact.”I picked up the folder with the fracture materials and walked into the main room of the lodge.The lodge was neutral territory. That was the point of choosing it. No one pack’s insignia on the walls. High ceilings, exposed wood, a long table that could seat twenty comfortably and was currently seating exactly that. Six Alpha pairs and their strategic teams, all of them already in their chairs, already looking at whatever they had brought with them.Looking at me now.I set my materials at the front of the room. My map printouts, the sequence documents, the contact framew
MIRA POV“You don’t have to go,” Petra said from my bed, where she was lying on her stomach eating crackers from a packet and watching me get dressed like it was a show she’d bought tickets for.“It’s a pack gathering. I kind of do.”“People skip these all the time.”“Not healer centre staff. We’re
MIRA POV“He took the coffee back.”Sable put his fork down.“Sorry?”“When he left. He took both coffees with him. I don’t know why I keep thinking about that part.”My brother looked at me across my kitchen table with the expression that meant he was deciding how to say the next thing. He’d shown
MIRA POV“You look terrible.”That was Dani, at the front desk, not even looking up when I walked in. She had a pen behind her ear and a stack of intake forms in front of her and the particular expression of someone who had already been at work for an hour and had feelings about it.“Thank you,” I
MIRA POV My phone had fourteen unread messages from Sable. The first one came right after I left for the meeting this morning. You okay? Then one an hour later. Then two more after that, the gaps between them getting shorter the longer I stayed quiet, the way his messages always did when I went si






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