เข้าสู่ระบบWinterCasey said quietly, “You think…?”“I don’t know what I think,” I admitted. “But Tyron deflects every time I bring it up. Changes the subject. Kisses me. Pulls me into bed. Doesn’t answer. He gets tense. His jaw locks. He looks away. Every single time.”Mom’s face tightened. “He’s hiding somet
WinterThe women’s quarters were quiet in the late morning, soft light filtering through the tall windows, the smell of fresh linen and herbal tea hanging in the air like a promise of calm that never quite arrived. Mom had insisted on the weekly visit; it was part of her duty as Luna to check on the
Nova Asher’s hand found mine under the table. Squeezed hard enough to hurt. I squeezed back.Casey whispered, “Gods.”“When Luca was born, Malashcar planned a ritual. Sacrifice. Something about blood and power. He wanted to bind Luca’s life to his own, make himself immortal or stronger or something
NovaThe next morning came too fast.I woke up with Asher’s arm still draped over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Luca was already awake in the crib, babbling softly to himself, tiny hands reaching for the mobile Asher had hung above him. The room smelled like us, sweat, sex,
Tyrone I looked at Ayila again. She’d toddled over to Lila, both of them now sitting in the shallow water, splashing each other and laughing. Ayila’s laugh was high and bright, pure. No shadows in it yet.I rubbed my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said to Isla. “I know I’ve been… absent.”“You have.” She di
TyronI led them through the back trails myself, no guards, no scouts, just the five of us. Mom walked beside me, her arm looped through mine like she used to when I was small. Lila skipped ahead a little, picking up pinecones and tossing them into the brush. Isla carried Ayila on her hip, the littl







