Bite Me Harder, Alpha
She turns it over, opens it to the first page, and holds it out to me.
I take it.
The handwriting inside the front cover is looping, left-slanted, and confident. An inscription. Not to me.
To Callum — who always believed the walls between us were only walls. Thank you for letting me through.
"My mother's handwriting," Sienna says. Her voice is steady, but barely. "I recognise it from the journals."
I stare at the inscription for a long time.
Callum Byrne kept this book on his shelf. And when he died, it came to me with everything else — his territory, his debts, his unfinished war — and I put it here without ever opening it.
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