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STEPHANI didn’t move at first. Seeing her here, alive and completely unbothered should have sent me spiraling, but instead something inside me just went cold.“What are you doing here?” My voice came out flat, colder than I meant. “Come to see for yourself that I’m still breathing after I stuck a blade in my chest?”Lady Natasha tilted her head, a small frown flickering over her lips before it softened into a smile. “Stop talking like that,” she chided me softly like I was some petulant child, making herself comfortable on one of my couches. “No matter what’s passed between us, you’re still my son. I love you.”I scoffed, shaking my head as I stepped past her, into the kitchen. “Right. Love,” I repeated, a humorless laugh escaping my lips. “That’s what that was back there? Forcing me to beat my mate bloody? Forcing me to kill her?” I dropped my duffel bag onto the counter, grabbed a glass, and poured myself a shot of wine—dark, red, bitter. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t feel very

STEPHANThe palace was now a machine. Seamstresses, attendants, and priests moved around me like I was some sacred relic rather than flesh and blood. My body was measured, draped in silks heavy with gold thread, my hair coiled and uncoiled a dozen times until my scalp burned. Each ritual, each whispered vow, each touch of paint across my skin was meant to prepare me for the wedding and the coronation.But nothing could prepare my heart.Every time I caught my reflection in the gilded mirrors, I didn’t see a bride. I saw a girl caught between duty and grief, cloaked in jewels that felt like chains.Heath hovered constantly. His hand always at the small of my back, his shadow following mine through every corridor. His eyes were sharp, always scanning, as though danger might step through the walls at any moment. But more than that… it was his need. His need to keep me near, as if his grip on me could erase the ghost of Zade that still lingered in the corners of my heart.“You don’t

BROOKSThe pull had been gnawing at me for days now.Soft, insistent, like a thread tugging at the corner of my soul. No matter how hard I tried to silence it, it was there.Zade. I felt it every time I closed my eyes.Tonight, it was stronger than ever. And then, I found myself in his room, holding a shirt he had left behind. I stood by the window, moonlight spilling over the marble floor, clutching the shirt in my fist and inhaling his scent.It was still very strong, very potent… him.“What are you doing?”Heath’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. I turned quickly, guilt flashing across my face as I dropped the shirt. “Heath…” But he already saw it. His jaw locked, his fists curling at his sides.“You feel him,” His voice was low, sharp with accusation. “You’re still longing for him.”My chest tightened. “Heath, please—”“Don’t,” he barked, stepping closer. The air between us felt charged, dangerous. “Don’t stand there and lie to me, Brooks. You’ve been drifting for da

HEATHThe forest was quiet, too quiet. Even the birds didn’t sing, and the wind through the trees felt heavy, like it carried secrets. My boots sank into the damp earth as I led the men deeper into the northern woods, every muscle in me pulled tight.We had been following a trail since morning, broken branches, faint tracks, the smell of something foreign carried on the air. My chest burned with restlessness and anger I couldn’t let out.“Do you think it’s rogues?” one of the men asked from behind me, his voice uneasy.“Not rogues,” another muttered. “Rogues don’t move this clean. Whoever’s out here knew what they were doing. They wanted to be seen just enough to make us follow.”“Whoever it is, they’re not careless,” I slowed my steps, scanning the trees. “They’re planning something.”The men shifted, muttering among themselves. “Do you think it’s about the Romano house?” One finally asked. “About you… and your brothers?”I stopped and looked back at them. Their faces were tense, e

STEPHANThe night was heavy with a kind of silence that made every step sound louder than it should. Heath and I reached the meeting place first. A clearing deep in the woods, far enough from the palace walls to feel cut off, yet open enough that we could see anyone coming. I hated that it had to be like this; secret, dangerous, and in the dark, but there was no other way.I stood with my arms folded, restless. Every crack of a twig had me turning my head. Heath paced beside me like a caged beast, his jaw set tight, his fists already clenched as if he was preparing to fight instead of talk. I knew he wasn’t going to make this easy.Then Zade appeared. He stepped out of the trees and the moment Heath saw him, his whole body went rigid, his eyes narrowing into blades. I could practically feel the tension crackle between them.For me, I forced myself to stay calm. One of us had to be steady, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Heath tonight.“What the hell do you want from us th