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Chapter 41

Romy PovRowan picked a quiet evening to interrupt me and ruin my peace.I had the east sitting room to myself, which had taken effort. Not dramatic effort, just showing up earlier than Valerie and staying longer. Day after day until she stopped trying to wait me out. It wasn’t a grand victory, but it was mine.Rain drizzled softly against the windows overlooking the cliffs, and the fire burned low enough that the room smelled faintly of cedar smoke and old books. I was halfway through a history text, curled into the corner of the sofa with one leg tucked beneath me, when the door opened.I didn’t look up immediately. I knew who it was before the sound finished echoing.Rowan never needed to announce himself. Rooms adjusted around him automatically, like instinct recognized instinct.He crossed the sitting room with that calm, deliberate stride of his and lowered himself into the armchair opposite me.I lowered my book an inch, that alone told me enough.He didn’t sit unless he intend

Chapter 42

Romy pov The closer we got, the louder the estate became.Voices drifted through the corridor ahead. Crystal glasses clinked softly. Somewhere deeper inside the west wing, a piano played low enough to feel more atmospheric than intentional.Then the receiving room doors opened, and suddenly the space felt enormous.Tall ceilings stretched high overhead, framed with dark carved beams and chandeliers that spilled gold light across polished floors. Massive windows overlooked the mountain range beyond Stormveil, winter clouds dragging slowly across the distant peaks.Portraits lined the walls.Lunas. Generations of them.Beautiful women painted in silk and jewels and power, all staring down from gilded frames with expressions ranging from regal approval to outright judgment.I glanced at one particularly severe-looking blonde near the fireplace.“She definitely hated people,” I murmured.Rowan’

Chapter 43

Romy Pov Nobody told me about the household meeting until the morning it happened.Rowan brought it up at breakfast, casually, the way he announced things he knew I wouldn't like while doing something else.“There will be a staff meeting at ten,” he said, his eyes still on the document open on his phone. “You’re chairing it.”I set my fork down. "I'm what?"He reached for the coffee pot without looking remotely concerned for his own survival. “The Luna chairs the weekly household meeting.”“I don’t recall agreeing to become involved in… whatever this is.”“Menus. Staffing. Maintenance requests.” He poured coffee into his cup. “Mrs. Gable runs the agenda. You approve the final decisions.”"You could have told me this yesterday," I said, staring at him. "Or the day before. Or any day before this morning.""It's nine for

Chapter 44

Romy PovRowan told me about the outer settlement visit on a Thursday, which gave me exactly two days to object, argue, and ultimately lose the argument before I found myself on a Saturday morning sitting in the back of a black estate vehicle with my arms folded and Zaric's wool coat draped over my shoulders. He'd left it outside my door the night before without a note, which was Zaric's way of communicating that he'd checked the valley temperature forecast and decided I wasn't going to be practical about it on my own.Aaron was driving. Two guards followed in a second vehicle. The back seat around me was stacked with six wooden crates packed with preserved foods, medical supplies, and winter blankets, all of it loaded before I was even awake. Which meant Rowan had been planning this for weeks and chose Thursday to mention it. I had a number of things to say to him about that. I was collecting them for later."Aaron, how far is the settlement?" I asked."Forty minutes," he said, his

Chapter 45

Romy pov"Nira," the mother said, moving toward her."It's all right," I said. I crouched down to the girl's level–before she could pull the girl away.She looked at my face and then at the raven tattoo on my neck and then back at the curl she was holding between her fingers, and she said, with complete conviction, "It's orange."I looked down at the curl. “It’s red.”She thought about this for a moment, head tilting. "A bit orange," she said."That's fair," I said, a smile tugging at my lips.Apparently satisfied with the compromise, she released my hair and retreated behind her mother’s skirts.The woman looked mortified.“I’m so sorry, Luna, she doesn’t always—”“She’s fine,” I interrupted.Nira peeked around her mother’s leg again, studying me with open curiosity instead of fear.Most people in Stormveil still watched me like they were trying to decide whether I would save the pack or slit its throat in the middle of dinner.Children, apparently, just wanted to discuss hair color.

Chapter 46

Romy PovI finally caught on that alerting me about events at the dire minute was a sick power play of his when Rowan told me about the council presentation. It was meant to happen on Wednesday, and he thought it wise to inform me on Mondayforty-eight hours! I had forty-eight hours to prepare, object, and accept that objecting was not going to make him move the date. He sat across from me at breakfast and said, "The council has requested a formal Luna presentation. Wednesday at two. You'll go in, they'll ask their questions, and you'll answer them."I looked up from my coffee. "And if I don't want to?""Then they'll spend the next six months finding procedural reasons to make your life difficult," he said, picking up his fork, "and I'll spend the next six months dismantling each one, which is going to be boring for everyone. Go on Wednesday, answer the questions, and we skip all of that."He had a point, which I resented–but it was valid eitherways."What kind of questions?" I asked

Chapter 47

Romy POV“You left a stack of letters on my desk,” I said. “What am I supposed to do with them?”Rowan didn’t look up immediately. He sat at the head of the long table in the east study, one ankle hooked beneath the opposite chair, sleeves rolled to his forearms like he’d been buried in work for hours already. Late afternoon light cut across the room in pale gold bands, catching on the silver rings stacked beside his papers and the dark watch at his wrist.“Answer them,” he said.I stared at him.The stack sat three seats down from me, tied neatly with a dark green ribbon Mrs. Gable had probably arranged.“I’m your prisoner, Rowan.”His eyes moved across the page in his hand. “You’re my mate.”“Feels interchangeable some days.”That got the smallest pause out of him.I dragged a chair back and sat across from him, the scrape of wood against stone louder than it needed to be. “I’m not handling official pack correspondence. That’s not my skill set.”“Then tell me what is.”“I kill peop

Chapter 48

Romy POVI heard the bathroom door open.Steam gathered along the mirrors, turning the edges of the room hazy. The council presentation had wrung something out of me. My shoulders ached badly, and my head banged with too many voices, too many looks I'd endured throughout the day.I had one hand on the shower door when Rowan walked in without knocking. At this point, it had become less of a habit and more of his own way of trying to get a reaction out of me. “Rowan.” I gritted.He stopped near the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame–a lazy smirk on his lips. He still wore the clothes from the council chamber, although the top buttons of his dark shirt were undone. He’d discarded his tie, and he’d rolled up his sleeves–Goddess, he was so damn sexy it ought to be a crime.But I needed to remind myself that this gorgeous man was also the same man who’d murdered my whole family. He wasn’t my mate, he was a murderer–my enemy.He bit his lip, letting his gaze move over me slo

Chapter 49

Rowan POVThe fire had burned low by the time I came back to the study. I poured whiskey into a glass and sat behind the desk with the intention of reviewing council reports before bed.I had barely gone through four pages when Valerie knocked. I could smell her awful perfume even with the door closed.I closed my eyes briefly before answering. “Come in.”She opened the door almost at once.The first thing I noticed was that she was properly dressed.She stood in the doorway wearing a fitted midnight-blue dress that had probably taken an hour to choose specifically because it looked like it hadn’t. She crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite my desk.“You barely touched dinner,” she said.I stared up at her, brows raised.“And it concerns you why?”“You picked apart half the chicken and ignored everything else,” she continued, ignoring my jab.I set the whiskey glass down beside the papers.“Valerie,” I said quietly, “it’s late.”“That’s why I came now.”She folded one leg ove

Chapter 50

Rowan POVI heard Valerie before I stepped onto the south terrace.Not shouting.Valerie rarely raised her voice. Even angry, she preferred quiet over chaos. But lately, the control she wore so carefully had started slipping in small ways. Sharper answers at dinner. Too many late-night visits outside my study. Tension sitting permanently in her shoulders.Romy, meanwhile, had gone quieter.That worried me more.Silence from Romy rarely meant surrender. Usually it meant she’d already decided how the conversation would end.Cold wind brushed against me as I stepped onto the terrace.Valerie stood near the railing in a dark wool coat, posture stiff. Her hands hung at her sides instead of folded neatly in front of her like usual.Romy stood across from her with a book tucked loosely against her thigh, one finger resting between the pages.The red sweater again.Oversized sleeves covering half her hands. Loose strands of copper hair escaping around her face. The raven tattoo at her throat

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