LIANAThe first light of dawn slipped through the heavy curtains, streaking the room in muted gold. I stirred awake, stretching lazily before turning to the other side of the bed. Reed’s side. Empty.The faintest frown tugged at my lips as I stared at the crumbled sheets where he should have been. My thoughts wandered as I dragged myself out of bed, my feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He hadn’t come to the bed until late, that much I knew. And now he was already gone?The house was alive with movement. I could hear muffled voices, the occasional thud of a box being carried, and Malcolm barking orders down the hallway. It was a busy morning—relocating was never simple.I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, slipped on a sweater, and padded down the hall. When I entered the living room, Callum and Asher were busy hauling a stack of duffel bags toward the front door. Malcolm stood by, giving his usual gruff commentary.Reed stood by the window, his frame stiff, his hands shoved into the po
MADDOXThe sharp knock on the door jarred me out of my focus. Seraphine’s trembling form was beneath me, her defiance finally subdued, her breath uneven. My hand gripped her chin, forcing her to hold my gaze even though I could see the hatred blazing in her eyes.“Don’t look away,” I murmured, my tone low and commanding. This was the moment I relished the most—the moment when her loathing dissolved into submission.But the knock came again. Louder this time.Her gaze flickered toward the door, breaking my hold over her entirely. My teeth clenched. “Wait here,” I snapped, rising from the bed and leaving her as she sat upright, wrapping the sheets around her like armor.I threw the door open with a scowl, my glare landing on the scrawny servant boy standing there, visibly trembling. His face was pale, his knuckles white as he clutched a folded parchment in his hands. “Whatever you have to say should better be important else you will regret ever coming five feet to this door,” I barked,
ASHERI stood at the doorway of the room, my hand lightly resting on the polished oak frame, watching her. Liana sat by the dresser, her back to us, her reflection caught in the mirror’s glass. She was still as a statue, her hands resting on her lap, eyes unfocused and lost in a world far away.Her chestnut brown hair shimmered under the soft light of the chandelier, but it wasn’t her beauty that caught my attention—it was the look on her face. Something between sadness and disbelief.I nudged Callum in the ribs, my voice low. “She hasn’t even noticed we’re here.”He grinned, but it felt hollow. “Must be really taken by her own reflection. Can’t blame her—it’s not every day someone gets a room like this.”I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Together, we stepped in, the creak of the floorboards breaking the silence.“Enjoying the view?” I asked, my tone deliberately light.Liana blinked, startled, and turned to face us, her cheeks reddening slightly. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.”“Cl
SERAPHINEThe lingering scent of Maddox clung to my skin like a shackle, a reminder of the power he held over me. I tightened the robe around my body, smoothing the silk against my trembling hands. He had left abruptly, leaving me alone in the room we shared for his twisted games of control. Yet, this time, something was different. That name. The Border Girl. It echoed in my head like a haunting melody, pulling at strings deep within me I didn’t even know still existed. My heart thudded against my ribs as I stood motionless by the door. Maddox’s deep, commanding voice resonated faintly through the walls, just enough for me to catch fragments of his conversation with the servant boy.“Lieutenants… spotted her,” the boy had said, his voice quivering with fear. Maddox’s response had been colder than winter’s bite. “Follow me to my office. This is a conversation that cannot be had here.”The second of their footsteps grew faint as they moved down the hall. My breath hitched, and my fin
REED The morning was quiet, but Malcolm’s words thundered in my ears. I sat on the exotic leather couch in the living room, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees, fingers steepled under my chin. Across from me, Malcolm paced the floor, his boots scuffing against the hardwood, his face dark with worry.“You’re sure they were Maddox’s men?” I asked, my voice low but firm.Malcolm stopped, turning to face me. “I know what I saw, Reed. They were at Elmswood Forest this morning—right before we left. Same uniforms, same insignias. Maddox knows about her and maybe he might know too much at this rate. Which means he is making a move.”A curse escaped my lips as I rubbed the back of my neck. Elmswood had been our safe house for weeks, and now it wasn’t safe at all. “Don’t you think Raiden might have sent them instead?” I asked, though the words tasted bitter even as I spoke them.Malcom’s brows furrowed as he considered it. “I don’t know. But whoever sent them is up to no good. The g
RAIDEN POVI should have gone to school. Hell, I even drove halfway there, my tires kicking up the dusty road as I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. But halfway through the winding path, something gnawed at me. The image of Seraphine sitting alone in that house—the cold, suffocating air of Maddox’s shadow looming over her—wouldn’t leave my mind.My hands clenched on the wheel as I imagined Maddox’s towering frame, his sharp, calculating eyes that could strip away your soul. If he suspected Seraphine was hiding anything, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d crush her. And the way things had been unraveling lately, I had no doubt he was already suspicious.“Damn you, Maddox Gray,” the curse slipped through my teeth as I slowed the car to a stop on the side of the road. My heartbeat was erratic, a mix of fear and dread pounding through me like a relentless drumbeat. I sat there for a moment, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Damn it,” I muttered, slamming my p
LIANA I stared at the wall Reed had just punched, the crack spreading like a spider web across the surface. For a second, I thought the entire house might collapse from the force of his fury. Then, just like that, he stormed off, his boots pounding against the floor, echoing louder than the thoughts swirling in my head. I blinked a few times, trying to piece together what just happened.“What’s his problem?” I asked, turning to the three men still standing awkwardly in the living room. Asher’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest. Callum was rubbing the back of his neck, and Malcolm—well, Malcolm was staring at me like I’d just grown a second head.No one answered me. They just exchanged glances like I was some kind of puzzle they couldn’t figure out.“What?” I pressed, throwing up my hands. “Did I say something wrong?”Callum’s jaw tightened, and he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “Unbelievable.” Asher shook his head and started walking toward
MADDOX’s POVThe air in my study was still, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the remnants of cigar smoke. The desk before me was cluttered with maps and papers outlining our borders, but my mind had shifted from the elusive “border girl” to the unfinished business I had left behind. Seraphine.I had been interrupted at the worst possible moment. My wife’s body, warm beneath me, her breath shallow and quick, had been the only thing anchoring my restless thoughts until that damn servant barged in with news that couldn’t wait. And now, as I pushed away from my chair, I was ready to pick up where we left off.The corridors of my castle were eerily quiet as I strode toward my chambers. The faint shuffle of servants echoed in the distance, but the moment they spotted me, they froze in place, their eyes lowered in fear. I smirked at their trembling forms; power was a drug, and I was thoroughly addicted.When I reached my room, I swung the door open, already prepared to demand Seraphi
CALLUM POVI stormed into the study, slamming the door shut behind me, the echo reverberating through the house like my boiling anger. My fists clenched at my sides as I paced the room, every word Liana had said replaying in my head like a broken record. If Raiden begged me properly, I’d take him back. What kind of nonsense was that? After everything, after we saved her, protected her, gave her a damn home! I felt like a fool for even tolerating her presence here.The door creaked open, and Asher stepped in, his usual calm demeanor masking whatever storm brewed inside him. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sharp green eyes narrowing at me.“You’re mad,” he observed dryly. “Don’t break anything this time.”I stopped pacing, running a hand through my hair as I glared at him. “Mad? Oh, I’m beyond mad, Ash. Did you hear her? If Raiden begged me properly!” I spat the words like poison. “After all he did to her? After he tossed her aside like trash, she has the audacity to
MADDOX’s POVThe air in my study was still, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the remnants of cigar smoke. The desk before me was cluttered with maps and papers outlining our borders, but my mind had shifted from the elusive “border girl” to the unfinished business I had left behind. Seraphine.I had been interrupted at the worst possible moment. My wife’s body, warm beneath me, her breath shallow and quick, had been the only thing anchoring my restless thoughts until that damn servant barged in with news that couldn’t wait. And now, as I pushed away from my chair, I was ready to pick up where we left off.The corridors of my castle were eerily quiet as I strode toward my chambers. The faint shuffle of servants echoed in the distance, but the moment they spotted me, they froze in place, their eyes lowered in fear. I smirked at their trembling forms; power was a drug, and I was thoroughly addicted.When I reached my room, I swung the door open, already prepared to demand Seraphi
LIANA I stared at the wall Reed had just punched, the crack spreading like a spider web across the surface. For a second, I thought the entire house might collapse from the force of his fury. Then, just like that, he stormed off, his boots pounding against the floor, echoing louder than the thoughts swirling in my head. I blinked a few times, trying to piece together what just happened.“What’s his problem?” I asked, turning to the three men still standing awkwardly in the living room. Asher’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest. Callum was rubbing the back of his neck, and Malcolm—well, Malcolm was staring at me like I’d just grown a second head.No one answered me. They just exchanged glances like I was some kind of puzzle they couldn’t figure out.“What?” I pressed, throwing up my hands. “Did I say something wrong?”Callum’s jaw tightened, and he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “Unbelievable.” Asher shook his head and started walking toward
RAIDEN POVI should have gone to school. Hell, I even drove halfway there, my tires kicking up the dusty road as I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. But halfway through the winding path, something gnawed at me. The image of Seraphine sitting alone in that house—the cold, suffocating air of Maddox’s shadow looming over her—wouldn’t leave my mind.My hands clenched on the wheel as I imagined Maddox’s towering frame, his sharp, calculating eyes that could strip away your soul. If he suspected Seraphine was hiding anything, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d crush her. And the way things had been unraveling lately, I had no doubt he was already suspicious.“Damn you, Maddox Gray,” the curse slipped through my teeth as I slowed the car to a stop on the side of the road. My heartbeat was erratic, a mix of fear and dread pounding through me like a relentless drumbeat. I sat there for a moment, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Damn it,” I muttered, slamming my p
REED The morning was quiet, but Malcolm’s words thundered in my ears. I sat on the exotic leather couch in the living room, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees, fingers steepled under my chin. Across from me, Malcolm paced the floor, his boots scuffing against the hardwood, his face dark with worry.“You’re sure they were Maddox’s men?” I asked, my voice low but firm.Malcolm stopped, turning to face me. “I know what I saw, Reed. They were at Elmswood Forest this morning—right before we left. Same uniforms, same insignias. Maddox knows about her and maybe he might know too much at this rate. Which means he is making a move.”A curse escaped my lips as I rubbed the back of my neck. Elmswood had been our safe house for weeks, and now it wasn’t safe at all. “Don’t you think Raiden might have sent them instead?” I asked, though the words tasted bitter even as I spoke them.Malcom’s brows furrowed as he considered it. “I don’t know. But whoever sent them is up to no good. The g
SERAPHINEThe lingering scent of Maddox clung to my skin like a shackle, a reminder of the power he held over me. I tightened the robe around my body, smoothing the silk against my trembling hands. He had left abruptly, leaving me alone in the room we shared for his twisted games of control. Yet, this time, something was different. That name. The Border Girl. It echoed in my head like a haunting melody, pulling at strings deep within me I didn’t even know still existed. My heart thudded against my ribs as I stood motionless by the door. Maddox’s deep, commanding voice resonated faintly through the walls, just enough for me to catch fragments of his conversation with the servant boy.“Lieutenants… spotted her,” the boy had said, his voice quivering with fear. Maddox’s response had been colder than winter’s bite. “Follow me to my office. This is a conversation that cannot be had here.”The second of their footsteps grew faint as they moved down the hall. My breath hitched, and my fin
ASHERI stood at the doorway of the room, my hand lightly resting on the polished oak frame, watching her. Liana sat by the dresser, her back to us, her reflection caught in the mirror’s glass. She was still as a statue, her hands resting on her lap, eyes unfocused and lost in a world far away.Her chestnut brown hair shimmered under the soft light of the chandelier, but it wasn’t her beauty that caught my attention—it was the look on her face. Something between sadness and disbelief.I nudged Callum in the ribs, my voice low. “She hasn’t even noticed we’re here.”He grinned, but it felt hollow. “Must be really taken by her own reflection. Can’t blame her—it’s not every day someone gets a room like this.”I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Together, we stepped in, the creak of the floorboards breaking the silence.“Enjoying the view?” I asked, my tone deliberately light.Liana blinked, startled, and turned to face us, her cheeks reddening slightly. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.”“Cl
MADDOXThe sharp knock on the door jarred me out of my focus. Seraphine’s trembling form was beneath me, her defiance finally subdued, her breath uneven. My hand gripped her chin, forcing her to hold my gaze even though I could see the hatred blazing in her eyes.“Don’t look away,” I murmured, my tone low and commanding. This was the moment I relished the most—the moment when her loathing dissolved into submission.But the knock came again. Louder this time.Her gaze flickered toward the door, breaking my hold over her entirely. My teeth clenched. “Wait here,” I snapped, rising from the bed and leaving her as she sat upright, wrapping the sheets around her like armor.I threw the door open with a scowl, my glare landing on the scrawny servant boy standing there, visibly trembling. His face was pale, his knuckles white as he clutched a folded parchment in his hands. “Whatever you have to say should better be important else you will regret ever coming five feet to this door,” I barked,
LIANAThe first light of dawn slipped through the heavy curtains, streaking the room in muted gold. I stirred awake, stretching lazily before turning to the other side of the bed. Reed’s side. Empty.The faintest frown tugged at my lips as I stared at the crumbled sheets where he should have been. My thoughts wandered as I dragged myself out of bed, my feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He hadn’t come to the bed until late, that much I knew. And now he was already gone?The house was alive with movement. I could hear muffled voices, the occasional thud of a box being carried, and Malcolm barking orders down the hallway. It was a busy morning—relocating was never simple.I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, slipped on a sweater, and padded down the hall. When I entered the living room, Callum and Asher were busy hauling a stack of duffel bags toward the front door. Malcolm stood by, giving his usual gruff commentary.Reed stood by the window, his frame stiff, his hands shoved into the po