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“You’re not stupid either so why did you bring me here? You know what Darian will do if he finds out that we've talked. Anyone who could do me well won't breathe for long in this palace,” Nora walked over to the bed and grabbed a book from under her pillow. She scoffed as she walked it over and handed it to me, the first thing I noticed was the wilting cover and the torn spine. “My mom gave this to me when I was a child. It was after the war, the royal guard had slaughtered most rogues and those of us that were left had to find a way to survive with the small numbers we had. She said to me that whenever life gets a little scary or sad, I should read this and that I will go somewhere else for

Nora comes over at noon with her laptop and an energy that means she has not slept and does not care. She spreads printed documents across Rhys's coffee table like a woman setting up a war room, which is essentially what this is, and Joel arrives twenty minutes later with food nobody asked for and the quiet usefulness of someone who understands that showing up is its own language. I sit cross legged on the floor opposite Nora with my own laptop and we work in parallel, two women pulling threads while the men eat sandwiches and try to be helpful without getting in the way.

Gabrielle wasn’t complaining of a backache or any of those other things women talked about as labor’s signs. She was relaxed, cheery and so, so nice! Feeling as vilified as she did, Norah was deeply relieved to be finally treated like a normal person. “Did you get that top at the boutique on the far end of the lake?” Gabrielle asked. “I bought the black and gold one two months ago. They have amazing stuff there, don’t they?” Norah agreed as she set a pot of water to boil. Since the conversation kinda stopped, she mustered up her courage, willing to talk to Gabrielle about something quite private.

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.