登入CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR — "SWITCH"Irabella's POVThe glass was an inch from my mouth when Derek's phone buzzed against his hip.He glanced down. Something crossed his jaw — that same tightening from before, quick, controlled, gone before I could name it — and then the easy smile was back, slotted perfectly into place."Sorry. Have to take this." A light squeeze of my arm. "Two minutes."He stepped back and folded into the crowd.I stood there. Lowered the glass. Looked at it again — at the faint wrongness still sitting in the air just above the rim, patient, unmoving, not asking to be explained. I set it down on the nearest tray without drinking from it. Didn't think too hard about why.Across the room, Isabella stood near the far wall.Deep in conversation with someone half-swallowed by a pillar — a man, broad-shouldered, face angled just wrong enough that I couldn't place him. She tilted her head toward him, said something low, and then lifted a glass to her mouth. The same kind of gla
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE — "RENEWAL"Irabella's POVThe wine-red dress hung against my skin like something I hadn't agreed to wear.I stood in front of the mirror longer than I should have, running the same argument in a loop that refused to resolve, refused to let me move.You don't have to go down there.You don't have to give her the satisfaction.Go down there and act like you don't care. Because you don't.I almost laughed at myself in the glass. Oh, who was I kidding. Of course I cared. Isabella's words from that morning hadn't moved an inch all day — lodged behind my sternum like a splinter I couldn't reach, working deeper with every breath. A surprise tonight. The kind that's going to change your entire life. Under the dress, under the careful makeup hiding eyes still swollen from last night, my whole body was bracing for something I had no name for yet.Be careful tonight, Ira. I told the woman in the mirror that plainly, the way you'd warn someone you actually loved. Whatever ha
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO — "CONSUMMATE"Irabella's POVI turned. Forced the smile up from some buried, ruined place I didn't know I still had access to."Yeah. That would be great." My voice came out smooth, disgustingly smooth, smooth enough to fool a room. "And as Daemon's secretary — and your sister — let me know if you need anything for it."I made it to my room before my legs understood what they'd just agreed to.The door locked behind me with a click too loud for the silence it dropped into, and then my breath simply stopped arriving. Caught somewhere high in my chest, shallow, useless. My hands shook — not trembling, shaking, violent and constant, like something underneath my skin was trying to get out. A thousand needles. That was the only language my body had left. A thousand needles, all of them aimed in.Don't give up.My wolf's voice, low and frantic, pacing the inside of my ribs. He's ours. You promised to get him back.He doesn't love us. The thought arrived with its own teet
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE — "SYMPATHY"Irabella's POVHis call came before I'd even sat down. Before my coffee. Before I'd finished hating him for this morning.I walked into his office wearing the only armor I had left — a face scrubbed clean of everything that had happened at seven AM. His hands on me. His forehead against mine. The voice that had cracked open for exactly four seconds before he'd slammed the door shut on it again. I wasn't handing him that twice in one day. Not for free."You called for me, boss."He didn't look up.He stood instead. Crossed to the cabinet behind his desk with the kind of controlled, unhurried violence I was starting to recognize as his actual native language, and pulled out a stack of files thick enough to need both arms. He dropped it on my desk. The whole surface jumped."Work on this. I need it finished by end of day."I looked at the stack. Then at him."You're joking.""I don't joke about deadlines.""This is—" I flipped the top folder open. Three mo
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT — "Aura For Aura"Irabella's POVDerek was still talking.I knew that because his mouth was moving and sound was coming out of it and the sounds were arranged in the shape of words — warm words, easy words, the specific register of a man who was very good at filling space with himself in ways that felt like company.I heard none of it.My fork moved across my plate. Came back. Moved again. The mechanical performance of a woman eating lunch who had completely lost the thread of what eating was for.His hand found mine on the table.Light. Easy. A touch that asked nothing and expected everything to be fine.My skin crawled.I looked at our hands. His fingers over mine, warm and well-meaning, and felt the specific wrongness of it move through me like a frequency I couldn't tune out. Not disgust — nothing as clean as that. Just the bone-deep knowledge that this was the wrong hand. The wrong warmth. The wrong weight against my skin.I picked up my glass with my other h
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN — "Silence"Irabella's POVThe video played for eleven seconds.I watched all eleven of them. Then I watched them again. Frame by frame, my thumb dragging across the screen, some part of me convinced that if I looked closely enough I'd find the detail that made it not what it looked like.There was no detail.His mouth on hers. Her hands at his face. The specific intimacy of two people in a private room with nowhere they needed to be.The phone slipped from my hand.Landed somewhere in the sheets, screen still glowing, and I sat in the dark with my wolf making a sound low in my chest that had no resolution to it. Just grief. Just an animal that had been so certain of something and was now being shown proof to the contrary.Three months.Hallways and offices and a wall outside a ballroom with his fangs at my throat and his voice gone wrecked saying things that had felt like the truest things anyone had ever said to me.And the same night I'd lain here replaying his
CHAPTER TWENTY — "Wife"Irabella's POVI pushed the door open.The room was small and white and arranged exactly the way I had constructed it in the hallway — his chair pulled close to the bed, his body angled toward her, the specific geography of a man who had not left and had not wanted to.Isabe
CHAPTER NINETEEN — "Venom"Irabella's POVThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and dread.I had been sitting in this hallway for three hours and fourteen minutes and I knew that because I had counted every one of them — the specific slow agony of minutes that refused to move, that sat in the air th
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — "The Snake"Isabella's POVI saw everything.Daemon's arm. Her back against his chest. His mouth on her neck like she was something that belonged to him — like five years of my life, my position, my carefully constructed world meant nothing the moment Irabella walked into a room
CHAPTER SIXTEEN — "Checkmate"I couldn't sleep.The ceiling had been doing nothing interesting for three hours and I had memorized every inch of it anyway — the hairline crack running from the light fixture to the east wall, the shadow the curtain threw when the wind moved, the specific quality of







