Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silent Wing : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter Two :Rooms Not on the Map(Adrian pov)Outside, the snow kept falling, patient and endless, and somewhere in the walls of Wraithmoor Lodge, a house built to close in on itself finished closing. By the third morning, I'd stopped pretending the job I'd been hired for and the job I was actually doing were the same thing.Officially, I spent my days walking the property with a tablet and a checklist, noting camera blind spots, testing door locks, making a show of professional thoroughness for whichever Vale happened to be watching. Julian liked to walk with me for the first ten minutes of each circuit before he got bored and drifted off to wherever men like Julian drifted off to. Margaux never watched at all; she simply knew, somehow, everywhere I'd been, the way a woman knows the layout of a house she's owned her whole life without needing to check.Unofficially, I was building a second map. The one the family hadn't given me.Wraithmoor's floor plan, the version in my file, sho

(Adrian's pov)I didn't answer her right away.Standing in a stone passage forty steps beneath a house full of people who'd just lied to my face over soup, with a brass plate reading Nursery mounted on rock that had never held a crib in its life, I understood that whatever I said next wasn't going to be the kind of thing I could take back."Working for you," I said, "would mean what, exactly.""It would mean you stop reporting to Margaux's assistant every evening." Sienna said it evenly, like she'd known about those calls the entire time, which I realized, with the particular vertigo of a man discovering he'd been watched more closely than he'd watched she probably had. "It would mean you help me instead of investigating around me. And it would mean, when this is over, you don't get to decide you didn't know what you were part of.""I haven't decided anything yet.""No." Something in her face eased, very slightly not warmth, not yet, but the loosening of a person who'd expected a wors

(Adrian's pov)There was no good version of being found.I understood that in the half-second after Julian's voice came down the stairwell, easy and pleasant and entirely too casual for a man who'd just located three people who were supposed to be scattered around the house minding their own business. Sienna's hand found my wrist in the dark, a single sharp pulse of pressure waited and beside me I heard Elena's breath go thin and careful, the practiced stillness of someone who'd already learned, once tonight, exactly what happened when you weren't quiet enough."Sienna, darling." Julian's voice again, closer now, unhurried footsteps on the stone stairs. "I know you're down there. Bring your new friend up Mother's waiting."Sienna's grip on my wrist didn't loosen, but I felt something shift in her, a recalibration, the sound of a mind working fast and cold under pressure. When she spoke, her voice had transformed entirely lighter, brittle, pitched to carry exactly the right amount of

Margaux found us before we found the study.Not caught, deliberately, the way a woman finds something she's already decided to have a conversation about. She was waiting in the second-floor corridor the next morning, seated in a narrow chair beside the study door like she'd been there for hours, hands folded in her lap, an expression of perfect, terrible patience on her face."Sienna," she said, as though we'd simply happened to cross paths. "Mr. Wolfe. I thought it was time we talked properly. Just the three of us."I felt Sienna go very still beside me, not fear, exactly, something colder and more prepared, the stillness of a woman who had rehearsed this exact confrontation in her head so many times that its actual arrival felt almost anticlimactic."There's nothing to talk about," Sienna said."There's a great deal to talk about, and I think you know it." Margaux rose, smoothed her skirt, and opened the study door with the unhurried authority of someone who had never once in her li

(Adrian's pov)Dusk at Wraithmoor came fast and total, the mountains swallowing the last of the light like they'd been waiting all day for permission. We split up an hour before it fell Elena to keep Corinne close and watched over, a fragile alliance that needed tending if it was going to hold; Sienna and I toward the equipment shed behind the kitchens, the same low stone building where I'd first found Theo oiling a hinge that led nowhere a hinge should lead."If Julian's watching anyone tonight, it's you and me," Sienna said, low, as we crossed the kitchen garden's dead, snow-buried rows. "Which is why Elena stays visible. Corinne too, if she can manage it. Ordinary. Boring. Nothing worth a second look.""And us?""We're not going to be ordinary tonight," she said, and something in her voice, grim and steady, told me she'd made her peace with that a long time before I'd arrived at Wraithmoor at all.The shed door was unlocked. That, on its own, should have told me something: Theo loc