LOGINChapter 46: The First Luna ReturnsVERA POVI set the printout down on the kitchen counter. Lucas's name sits on the page, black and flat. Seven o'clock. The light through the window is thin.Tessa has already shown me the rest of the feed. Rowan, barefoot on the landing, the black queen held to his chest, a guard walking him back down the stairs by the shoulder. A boy who couldn't sleep, in a house that was cracking. Nothing more. I made myself watch it twice.Kael is on his feet. He is already reaching for his phone. "I'll have Dorian pull him in tonight.""And tell him what?" I don't raise my voice. "That a device ID is his? He'll say Freya borrowed it. He'll smile. And your father will believe him." I turn the printout face down. "Lucas isn't the fight I win today. Freya is.""Then what's the move?"I look out at the skyline for a long moment. The towers are gray."Is our marriage still on record?"Kael goes very still. His hand stays in the air with the phone in it."I never file
Chapter 45: The Tiger's TailVERA POVLucas checks his watch the way a man does when he has all the time in the world.I don't blink. My hand has come off the drawer. I lean back in my chair, fold my hands in my lap, and smile."Seventeen minutes. That's generous of you.""I'm a generous man.""Then be generous enough to check the metadata on that photo before you send it."His smile holds. It doesn't move at all. But his thumb, which had been moving across his phone, stops."Taken at 3:41 p.m.," I say. "From a black sedan parked outside the preschool. The plates are registered to Cole Estate Services. The driver's name is Marcus Dell. He has a record. He has a sick mother. And as of an hour ago, he has a very expensive lawyer, courtesy of me."The elevator behind him dings. Tessa Quinn walks out of the dark in a gray suit with a tablet held against her ribs. She has run my security for four years. Ex-intelligence. She doesn't do small talk, and she doesn't look at Lucas. She puts the
Chapter 44: Headlines Don't WhisperVERA POVI wake tangled in sheets that smell of chlorine and Kael.For three seconds I am almost happy. My body is warm and heavy and nothing hurts. The ceiling is gray with early light. I don't remember the last time I woke without my jaw clenched.Then my phone starts to vibrate across the nightstand. It buzzes itself to the edge, falls to the floor, and keeps going.I pick it up. 6:12 a.m.Forty-one missed calls. Mara's name, over and over, a column of it. Under the calls, one text.Ma'am. Please. Turn on any screen.My thumb is clumsy on the screen. I open the first news site on my phone and the page takes three seconds to load. Three seconds is long enough to hope.The photo fills the whole page. It is grainy, shot from a distance with a long lens, but there's no mistaking it. Kael in the pool, shirtless, water running off his shoulders. Me in his arms. My legs around his waist. My head thrown back.THE ICE QUEEN MELTS: ASHWORTH ALPHA'S SECRET
Chapter 43: Daddy Reads the StoryVERA POVThe lock clicks.I don't remember crossing the flat. I am in my study with the desk drawer open and the letter opener in my fist. Then I am in the hallway, barefoot, back against the wall by the coat hooks. My heart hits my ribs so hard I can hear it. The handle turns. The door swings in.It's Kael.Rain sits on his shoulders and in his hair. Dorian's spare key is in his hand. His eyes are already gold, and they go straight to the blade in my grip, then to my face.I lower it. My arm shakes."Dorian flagged an unknown number tracking your building." He shuts the door behind him and turns the bolt. "I saw the photo before you did. Show me your phone."I give it to him. I don't argue. He reads standing in the dark hall with the screen lighting his face from below. I watch his jaw turn to stone. A muscle in his cheek moves once and stops. He reads the last line twice.Tell Wren the Luna sends her regards."She knows about Mila," I say."She know
Chapter 42: Thirty Thousand Feet of TruthVERAThe cabin is dim. The engines hum, steady and low. My laptop has been open for twenty minutes and I haven't typed a word. The cursor blinks in an empty line, over and over.Kael sits across from me with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled to the elbow. He has a folder on the table. He hasn't opened it. He isn't pretending to work. He is only watching me."Stop staring.""Then stop leaving your bracelet loose."I look down. The thin gold band has slid halfway to my palm. The pale crescent on the inside of my wrist is in plain light. Five years I have kept it covered. I could fix it with one finger.The attendant came through an hour ago with water and left two glasses on the table. Mine is still full. Kael's is empty. He drank it without looking at it, and I noticed, because I have been noticing everything about him since the corridor.I don't.That is the first crack, and we both see it.Kael unbuckles and crosses the aisle. He sits in
Chapter 41: The Mark Never FadesVERAI make it as far as the staff corridor behind the lobby. The door swings shut and the noise cuts off. Concrete walls. A cart of folded towels. A fire extinguisher bolted at shoulder height. The lights hum.Behind me, Lucas is still laughing. It was a joke, he told us, just a joke, look at your faces. Then he walked out through the revolving door with his hands in his pockets, and Kael did not move until I said I needed air.My knees go.I feel the floor coming, and then it doesn't come. Kael is there. One hand flat on the wall beside my head. The other at my waist, steady, not gripping. I smell cedar and rain and the hotel soap on his skin."Step back." My voice cracks on the second word and I hate it. "I don't need you to stand in front of me like I'm made of glass.""I know you're not." He doesn't move. He says it low, close enough that I feel it on my cheek. "I wanted to. There's a difference, Vera. Let me have it."I should push him. My hand i







