LOGINChapter 193: Making Plans Against ClarissaARIABut the room was quiet in the way I needed it to be, and the performance was absent in the way I needed it to be, and I was tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep and that the specific quality of this room was, for reasons I was not going to examine directly, doing something to.I stayed.We were quiet for perhaps ten minutes. The wind outside moved through another cycle. Somewhere in the building's depths, the afternoon routine made its sounds."The Covenant," Jayden said.I looked at him."You've had it for a week," he said. "You've been thinking about it in that specific way you think about things — where it's in a separate room behind your eyes and you're running it at the same time as everything else." He wasn't accusing. Just reporting what he'd observed. "Is it what you hoped it was.""It's more," I said. "And more complicated.""More complicated how.""There's a provision that could be used to challenge the Blackthorn l
Chapter 182RIVERAHe sat up. "Why?""Because I want to make sure you're safe while I figure out what's going on.""Is the lady downstairs dangerous?"I thought about how to answer that."I don't know yet," I said. "But I want you safe while I find out. Can you do that for me?"He nodded. Already swinging his legs off the bed, already moving to the door with the serious efficiency of a child who'd been given a task he understood was important."Three knocks," he said. "And you say it's you.""Exactly that," I said.I watched him lock the door. Heard the click of it."Daddy?" His voice through the door."Still here.""Find her," he said. "Find the real Mummy."I stood in the hallway outside his locked door and breathed for a moment.Bianca was not in this house.The woman downstairs was a doppelganger—built from her hair and her memories and whatever Voss's practitioners could distill from those things into a convincing physical replacement. Good enough to fool a hospital colleague. Go
Chapter 181Rivera POV And I had sat across a kitchen table from a woman who wasn't Bianca and told myself I was tired.My son had known in Silver Moon.I'd known something was wrong tonight and had explained it away.The wrongness I'd felt at the kitchen table—the absence of the particular gravity that existed between Bianca and me, the thing that was made of time and honesty and the specific history of two people who had seen each other clearly. The absence of the breathing-out sound when she'd held Louis at the end of his bath.I hadn't known what I was feeling. Louis had known exactly what he was feeling and had named it with the precision of someone who'd been paying close attention to the right things.I put my hand on his shoulder. He was tense under it—the tension of a child who'd been carrying something too heavy for several days and was waiting to find out if the adult could take some of the weight."You did right," I said. "Telling me.""Is Mummy okay?" he asked.The quest
Chapter 180Rivera POV And I had sat across a kitchen table from a woman who wasn't Bianca and told myself I was tired.My son had known in Silver Moon.I'd known something was wrong tonight and had explained it away.The wrongness I'd felt at the kitchen table—the absence of the particular gravity that existed between Bianca and me, the thing that was made of time and honesty and the specific history of two people who had seen each other clearly. The absence of the breathing-out sound when she'd held Louis at the end of his bath.I hadn't known what I was feeling. Louis had known exactly what he was feeling and had named it with the precision of someone who'd been paying close attention to the right things.I put my hand on his shoulder. He was tense under it—the tension of a child who'd been carrying something too heavy for several days and was waiting to find out if the adult could take some of the weight."You did right," I said. "Telling me.""Is Mummy okay?" he asked.The quest
Chapter 179RIVERA He was awake.Not upset—not sitting up or distressed or reaching for me. Just lying on his back with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling in the particular way he had when he was thinking about something and had decided that the ceiling was the appropriate surface to think at.I came into the room and sat on the edge of his bed, the way I'd done hundreds of times across five years of nights. The mattress dipped slightly with my weight and he turned his head toward me."Hey," I said quietly."Hey." His voice was awake enough that I wondered how long he'd been lying there."Thought you were asleep.""I was thinking," he said."What about?"He was quiet for a moment. The particular quiet he used when he was choosing how to say something—finding the words that were closest to the thing he actually meant. He was careful about this. Had been since he was very small, had always seemed to understand that the gap between what you meant and what you said mattered."Daddy,"
Chapter 178RIVERAWe came home to a house that smelled like itself.That was the first thing I noticed when I unlocked the front door and pushed it open—the particular smell of our home, which was a combination of Louis's things and Bianca's things and the specific quality of a space that had been lived in by specific people long enough that it held their presence even when they weren't in it. Coffee and the particular soap Bianca used and Louis's inexplicable preference for leaving his shoes directly in the path of anyone entering the house.Louis walked in past me and went immediately to check on the night watch, which he'd left in formation on his windowsill before we'd departed for Silver Moon and had apparently been thinking about at intervals throughout our time away. I heard him on the stairs, his footsteps quick with purpose.I set down the bags.The house was quiet in the way houses were quiet when you returned to them after time away—not empty, but waiting. The specific hus
Chapter 98BIANCA"Because Rivera asked us not to," Klaus said simply. "He wanted you to get settled, to build a life here, without the pressure of knowing you were under direct Alpha King protection. He thought it might make you feel obligated or restricted."That sounded like Rivera. Protecting m
Chapter 103 BIANCA "Later, Lucian." I looked at him, seeing the fear in his eyes but unable to comfort it right now. "I just—I need time. To process all of this. To figure out what it means. To decide what I want to do."He nodded, looking like he wanted to say more but recognizing I'd reached my
Chapter 104RIVERAI stood in my study, staring at reports I'd read three times without absorbing a single word, and tried not to think about the look on Bianca's face when I'd told her about Matthew.The betrayal. The hurt. The exhaustion of being lied to by yet another man who claimed to care abo
Chapter 93BIANCAThe morning sun was warm on my face as I watched Louis make his way across the monkey bars at Greenbrook Garden Park, his small tongue poking out in fierce concentration."Louis, be careful," I called from my spot below him, my hands hovering near his waist in case he slipped. "Yo







