Bring Him to His Knees
Tee your gaze hits the side of my facehe stares into my eyes deeplykneel before the werewolf queenyour eyes staring back at me
Almost.
Del steps up beside me, a hand briefly at my back, grounding. Kieran falls in on my other side, close enough that his presence alone says something to anyone watching, though I don’t have the space right now to think about what.
The mill door opens.
I have imagined this moment more times than I will ever admit to anyone, even Del. I have pictured his face a hundred different ways, older, harder, softer, indifferent, ashamed, and none of the versions I built in my head over two years of quiet, private rehearsal prepared me for the actual weight of watching him step through that doorway and go completely still.