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"Open. All three. Now." Zane went first. Of course he did. He'd been opening to me by inches for weeks, and now he just let go. I felt him come in... not words, him, the whole noise and warmth and grief of him, the eight months with Reed, the night Gorin sent them off and he was glad of it. All of it handed over with nothing kept back. Here. This is the real one, under the jokes. Take it.

The Encounter at the Market She saw Zane at the local hardware store. He was wearing a flannel shirt and work boots, hauling bags of mulch into the back of a truck. His massive frame was still there, but the "Obsidian Wall" was gone. He looked tired in a normal, human way—the weariness of a man who worked forty hours a week and worried about his mortgage. Elara’s heart leaped into her throat. "Zane!" she called out, stepping toward him. Zane stopped, wiping sweat from his brow with a rag. He looked at her, his eyes a clear, uncomplicated brown. There was no volcanic amber. There was no recognition.

“I’ll see you around.” Zane stood up, brushed himself off, and gathered a couple of books that had fallen. As he walked past me toward the door, his shoulder lightly brushed mine. That’s when I caught it—his scent. Fresh like soap and something sweet, maybe a hint of citrus or warm vanilla. It wrapped around me for a second and made my stomach do a little flip.

I leaned my head back against the seat, staring out the window. Do you have something he fears losing? Clarissa’s voice again. My chest tightened. The gates opened. We pulled in. Home. But tonight… It didn’t feel as grounding. ---- Inside, Zane loosened his tie as he walked toward the living room, his movements relaxed, familiar. Comfortable. “Long day?” he asked. “A bit.” He turned to face me fully then, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Something’s off.” There it was. That sharp perception.

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

The latter said then disappeared. Zane left right after what happened in the library, she couldn’t bring the book with her since she knows it would be chaotic, and it is not a book that she should hold. Her plan is to find the original copy, if her parents are really Selena and Gavin, then she must be the only one who can find the book because when she held the one that Ferlin gave her, she felt the book refusing her touch, she really was not meant to hold anything except the one that was blessed by the moon goddess, Meiko herself.

CHAPTER 2 REEVA “I do,” I said honestly. “But sometimes it feels like I’m living in his shadow.” Nathan nodded, his voice lower. “You don’t seem like the kind of woman who likes shadows.” My stomach did a stupid flip. I shrugged. “Your turn.” “Alright,” he said, leaning forward. “Ever cheated before?” My eyes widened. “Wow.” “Too soon?” “Way too soon.” He grinned, cocky. “Okay. How about… what’s the wildest thing you’ve done?”

Part Three: Stormy Weather Zane Colby checked the time on his computer screen. Six o'clock. His heart rate sped up just a little. Dara would be coming through the door any minute now. He could not believe how much his life had turned around in six short months. When he'd left the military lugging with him a heavy case of PTSD, he had never dreamed his life would ever approach anything resembling normal ever again. But the day he fished Dara Hanover out of Estero Bay, for the first time in what seemed forever his life changed for the better.

Leo’s POV The drive to our house was the most relaxing one I have had in a long time. My fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the low jazz playing from the speakers. I couldn’t stop smiling as I drove through every hill and sloppy ground. Zane’s signature on that contract was more than just a stamp–it was a rope he willingly tied around his own neck. His own greed had been used against him. The city blurred past, but all I could see was Zane’s face as he read through the contract. He didn’t even flinch at the idea that he could lose everything he had worked for with just one scandal. He was too greedy to see the trap. A man like him is too proud and arrogant to imagine he can fal

I rubbed my temples. Get another book. Distract yourself. I stood and walked further down into the library. I needed another book to make me focus. That was when I saw her. Zana sat alone in a corner of the library. She was reading a book. She looked completely absorbed. Her red hair had fallen forward, partly hiding her face. My first thought was stupid and automatic. There’s no way she can actually read. The idea came from years of conditioning. My father told me that rogues were savages. I was told that they were uneducated and barely civilized. That was what we were taught.