MasukBy the time the call ended, the sky outside had gone a pale gray."Take guns and guard the back door of the heating station. I'm coming to look at that slip myself."Darcy hung up the receiver and grabbed the heavy coat off the chair back.Under the pure steel seal on the desk lay a short note on paper with the Alpha's watermark, only a few lines in Asher's hard, clean hand:*Two squads of guards stay with you. If something happens, you don't need to ask permission. You have the authority to fire. Don't touch frozen iron in this cold. Wait for me.*Beside the note sat a thick thermos of hot ginseng tea, the lid screwed on just tight enough that even with a weak right hand, Darcy could open it with her left alone.Asher had left before dawn, but the defense squad's reinforced command jeep sat steady in front of the dispatch room. The heater had been running the whole time. The seat was covered with a thick white sheepskin. Two guards with hea
It was well past midnight when they got back to the dispatch room.Asher pulled off his coat and draped it over the chair, then poured half a bowl of steaming water and carried it over.Darcy sat down at the desk and reached out her right hand to take it. The deep ache in her knuckles twitched hard, her fingers lost their strength all at once, and the base of the bowl knocked against the rough wood with a dull thud.Asher's tall frame leaned in, his long hand reaching over the top of hers.Darcy thought he was going to press hard on her wrist bones again, the way he had out in the gulch. Her shoulders went tight, and her elbow pulled back toward her chest.Asher didn't let her dodge.He didn't pull back. His other hot palm slid up to the back of her neck, his thumb brushing the cool soft skin behind her ear, and he drew her steadily back against him."What are you hiding from?"His voice was low and a little rough, his tall sha
The sun had barely brushed the western ridge of bare rock when the sky went dark all at once, and the wind in the valley turned to knives, cutting straight through to the skin.With the bulldozer's last rumbling pass, the seepage pit that had been oozing mud slurry was now a solid, hard-packed platform of dry coal waste and thick pine stakes."Done!" The engineering captain wiped the black mud and sweat off his face and stomped twice on the crushed stone platform. "Solid as rock! Even a fully loaded thirty-ton dump truck won't cave this in!"Silas stood with half a cigarette between his lips, hands in his sheepskin jacket pockets, and kicked the edge of the newly packed platform. He tilted his head toward the convoy and let out a sharp whistle. "Truck three. Reverse. Put a load on it."A heavy truck loaded with coal waste rumbled backward, black smoke pouring out, its thick chains biting hard into the crushed stone. It came to a steady stop at the hopper
After Rowan went into the inner room and the door flap fell shut, only Asher and Darcy were left in the dispatch office.The dark blue ink blot on the corner of the desk hadn't dried yet. The signature on the official paper was crooked, but it stood out sharp against the page.Asher stayed where he was. His long arm reached out, picked up the short-barreled hunting rifle, and set it aside. He didn't bring up what Rowan had said. He just caught Darcy's wrist and pulled her to stand in front of him."You pressed down so hard on that paper. Did you open it up again?"His palm was warm and rough around hers. He felt along her knuckles through the gauze, careful where he pressed."No. Lynch wrapped it tight." Darcy let him hold her hand. Her other hand pulled the folded mine sketch from her waist and dropped it onto his knee. "The new loading yard at West Hollow. We break ground this afternoon."Asher looked down at the creased sketch, his big ha
Less than two hours after the gray jeep pulled away, a black sedan with capital authority plates parked outside the mine's sealed iron gate.A clerk in a dark gray wool coat stepped out, a briefcase under his arm. Kingston sentries searched him head to toe, then led him into the dispatch room.The stove was roaring. Asher sat at the head of the long table, coat hanging open, a heavy short-barreled hunting rifle laid across the table beside his hand. His boot heel was hooked on the table leg, and he was running a cloth down the barrel.The clerk came in with his chin up. Then he saw the rifle. He set his briefcase down carefully and waited for Asher to look at him."Alpha Kingston. The man in the suit at the bridge is a new field agent with the capital's Special Investigations Division. He doesn't know the north's rules. He crossed the defense zone and conducted inquiries without authorization. He overstepped into your territory."Asher didn't even
"The gray jeep's parked diagonal from the infirmary side door. Clear view of everyone going up and down the steps."The Blackstone truck driver wiped the frozen sweat off his face, standing at the dispatch room door, still catching his breath."Two men inside, coat collars pulled way up. They're not going in for treatment, not picking up any wounded. Just sitting there burning time. I know the face in the passenger seat. This morning I was eating flatbread at the noodle stand, and the bastard sidled up asking directions, then worked his way around to what time Darcy usually goes in to get her dressings changed."Darcy glanced down at the old wristwatch on her arm.Nine forty in the morning.Any normal day, this was when she'd finish checking the morning shift's weigh tickets and walk through the snow to the infirmary to have the nurse peel off the old gauze and clean the wounds.They had her routine down to the minute.Asher sat on th







