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Everything in me stops with them. The warm point in my chest holds still, Knox gone motionless, listening to something I can't hear, and the not-knowing goes through the heat like cold water. What did he hear? Someone in the building. I strain into the dark until my ears ring and there's nothing, no snarl, no fight, only the city and the wind and the enormous quiet of him down there frozen on the floor below. Through the mark, his focus is narrow and sharp, aimed at one thing, and then it loosens. The point slides again. A rat, a settling beam, nothing. His boots pick the line back up.I didn't know I'd stopped breathing until I start again, loud, and I hate how relieved it sounds.Time comes apart. I count to sixty to measure a minute and lose it at forty because the mark pulses, his arousal leaking faintly through the bond, which means down there, walking his careful lines, he's thinking about what's chained up here, and knowing it undoes whatever the counting was holding together.

KNOXThe scout bleeds on my concrete, and I let him.Diego has a knee in his spine, and the kid’s enjoying it too much, grinning down at the back of a stranger’s skull, so I look at him once, and the grin goes away. Rook stands off to the side with his arms crossed, reading the room before he says a word. Sable hasn’t come in from the bay. She’s at the open mouth, her back to us, staring north into the dark the other one ran into, wanting to go after it and knowing better than to move without me.I crouch by the scout’s head. He smells like Black Fang, old leather and the compound’s particular rot, and under that something sour that’s just fear.“How long,” I say.“Go to hell.”I take his wrist, the one Diego’s got pinned, and bend the smallest finger back until it meets its own limit and then a little past, slow, until the sound he makes fills the whole floor.“How long have you been watching this building?”“Four days.” It comes out fast now. “Four days. We rotate. Two on, two off.”

IVY’S POVThe two o'clock rush at The Grind House is something I've started to love these days.It's a Tuesday. Tuesdays are slow and then not slow in a wave that breaks around one forty-five as the lunch stragglers and the laptop crowd all decide at once that they need caffeine.I work the bar alone because Marco times his break around his greatest comforts. Basically, he leaves me with the worst of it on purpose, and I let him because the noise is good for me. Mr. Abe is at the end of the counter waiting on his flat white, same as every day, telling me about his daughter in L.A. again. I hear that story every afternoon, but I always nod at the right moments as I pull his shot cleanly.A kid knocks a biscotti jar with his elbow, and his mother apologizes twice. The register drawer sticks and I hip it shut. Nobody in here wants anything from me that I can't make with my hands in under ninety seconds, and after the week I've had, after seven days of reading every room before I walk int

I'm elbow-deep in a pour-over when I read the message, and I thumb out two words with one hand because he’s easy not to think too hard about, and it feels like his messages never ask for anything from me.Me: all goodHe doesn't push. Three dots come and go without resolving into anything, and the mini exchange slides off my day without leaving a mark, because I have other things to think of.The scouts parked wrong by the bridge are apparently still there, and I have apparently been actively trying on dresses in a house with a rotted foundation while planning a wedding to a man who is not what she thinks he is.So yeah, Ryan Parker's two-word check-in doesn't even make the list. It settles into the margins of all that, and I don't give it a second thought because the days we have left are running out, and we all know it, even if nobody has said the number.Theo keeps texting from numbers I don't save, and Viktor's clock is down to its last turns, close enough now that Knox has stoppe

He drags the head of his cock through me, slick with everything Knox left, and he pushes in slowly, filling me by degrees until he's seated all the way and we both go still at the feel of it. "I'm done telling myself that."He fucks me deep, propped on his forearms so his face stays close to mine, and it reminds me how different he is from Knox. The rhythm and patience, the grind of him hitting the same spot over and over until I'm clawing at his back. Knox comes to the doorway and leans there and watches, getting hard again just watching, and Dominic reaches up without looking and finds the amber mark on my inner thigh with his thumb, and he presses it until the mark detonates and I sob."There it is," Dominic says against my jaw, hips never breaking their deep rhythm. "Squeeze me when it hits. Let me feel it."I do. I clench around him in waves, and he fucks me right through it and keeps going, drawing it out so long the pleasure tips into something almost too much, my nails raking