LOGIN(Nate’s POV)I didn’t have brothers. I didn’t have a Luca. I didn’t have five men who’d cross oceans and crash parties and loom by swimming pools to make sure nobody touched me wrong.I had Alexis. So I used her.Evening cocktails on the castle lawn, the sky going pink over the valley, fairy lights strung through the plane trees overhead. I put my arm around Alexis and I performed.She was in a red dress that clung to her belly and fell to her ankles, her blonde hair blown out in soft waves, gold earrings catching every eye.She looked incredible. She always looked incredible. That was never the problem.I whispered in her ear—nothing, small nothings, you look good tonight—but from across the lawn it would look intimate.When the waiter came around with rosé I waved him off.“She’s pregnant,” I said. “Just water.”Alexis’s lips parted. She looked up at me and her whole face softened, and she pressed closer against my side and kissed the underside of my jaw.“You’re being so sweet toni
(Sabrina’s POV)Pool day, and my brothers were running a military operation disguised as leisure.I was stretched out on a lounger in a black one-piece, the bump just visible enough under the fabric that you’d only notice if you already knew.Luna was curled against my hip, smuggled poolside in Felix’s beach bag, purring so loudly the woman on the next lounger kept looking around for the source.Luca was beside me, reading an architecture journal with one hand while the other rested on the arm of his chair, his swim trunks sitting low, his chest still damp from an earlier lap. A bead of water was tracking slowly down the line of his jaw, and I followed it all the way to his collarbone before I caught myself and looked at the pool instead.“You’re staring,” he said without glancing up.“I am absolutely not,” I lied.“You are.” He turned a page and the corner of his mouth pulled up. “I don’t mind.”I took a long sip of my virgin mojito to hide whatever my face was doing.Felix had been
(Sabrina’s POV)The south terrace took my breath away and then Nate Cooper sat down six chairs from me and took whatever was left.The valley fell away below us into vineyards that went purple at the edges where the sun was setting, and the whole thing looked like something out of a film.I should have been enjoying the view.I was counting chairs instead.Luca pulled mine out for me, his blazer sleeve brushing my bare shoulder as he leaned past.“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmured as he sat down beside me.“You’ve said that three times,” I told him.“I’ll say it a fourth.” His knee pressed against mine under the tablecloth and he left it there. “You look beautiful tonight.”“You’re ridiculous,” I said, but I leaned into the warm pressure of his thumb when it found my shoulder blade through the silk of my dress.Felix dropped into the seat beside Nate with so much enthusiasm he knocked a bread roll onto the floor. He scooped it up, dusted it off, and extended his hand across the
(Nate’s POV)I was late. On purpose and also not on purpose.My navy suit was still creased at the elbow. Shoes scuffed. Shirt collar wrinkled. I’d shaved in the airport bathroom with a disposable razor that left a nick under my jaw.“Baby, come on,” Alexis called from the passenger side, already out, already posing.She had on a white linen jumpsuit, oversized sunglasses pushed into her blonde hair, and gold hoops hung through her ears. She was four months pregnant and glowing.Her phone was up before both feet hit the gravel. “Oh my God, look at this place. Hold on—I need the turret.”“We’re late, Alexis.”“Two seconds.” She angled the phone higher. “Got it. Baby, come stand with me, I want one—”The castle hit me square in the chest. Honey-colored stone, ivy crawling up walls older than money, a courtyard that said you don’t belong here.This was Atwood territory. Not the building—the world. The kind of wealth that didn’t shout. The kind that sat in the landscape and made every dol
(Sabrina’s POV)The castle was absurd. It rose into the blue sky like something from a picture book a child would refuse to put down.Felix had his window down in the car ahead and was narrating the approach like a nature documentary.“And here we observe the Atwood family entering their natural habitat,” his voice drifted back to us.“He’s been doing this since Lyon,” Luca said beside me, amused.I leaned forward between the seats. “He’ll do it until someone stops him.”Luca laughed. He was in a linen shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, his forearms tan from outdoor site visits, his dark hair pushed back from his forehead.My hand was on my belly. I could feel my bump now under the loose pale blue dress Adrian had picked out. The baby shifted, a tiny push, and my breath caught.The cars stopped. Felix was out first.The event coordinator, a small woman in a black apron, met us at the door, and Felix had already launched into a negotiation about the pet policy before the rest
(Sabrina’s POV)The tennis ball bounced twice before I reached it, and Felix whooped from the other side of the net.“That’s FOUR!” he shouted gleefully, pointing his racket at me. “Four to two. I’m a god. An athletic god. Say it.”“You’re cheating,” I called back, wiping my forehead with my wrist.“I’m WINNING. There’s a difference. Sabrina, there’s a difference and she refuses to acknowledge—”“You moved the line with your foot, Felix.”“SLANDER.” He pressed his free hand to his chest. “I would never. Luna saw the whole thing. Didn’t you, Luna?”Luna was asleep in her carrier by the net post. She hadn’t moved in forty minutes.“Brina. Serve. I want five before Eric comes out and ruins my fun by being productive.”I tossed the ball up and hit it cleanly. Felix lunged sideways with a dramatic grunt that was completely unnecessary, and I was laughing when I saw Eric crossing the garden from the main house.He was in his usual dark suit, coffee in hand, jacket slung over one arm, but so
(Sabrina’s POV)I woke up because there was someone in the room.Not in the room—in the next room. Through the door I could hear the soft give of a couch and the slow constant noise of someone breathing. I tried to sit up, but my chest hurt. My throat felt as if I had swallowed gravel.My hand went
(Nate’s POV)The doctors finished talking but I didn’t move.My grandmother was on a ventilator. She might wake up. She might not. The smoke had done what smoke does. Every hour she stayed under was an hour she might not come back from.That was what the resident said. The resident was twenty-eight
(Sabrina’s POV)I picked up Nate’s pen. The pen I had bought him for our first anniversary, engraved with his initials on the side. He had never used it. The barrel was cold.I signed.I clicked the pen shut and laid it down across the form, right over the word consent.My hand did not shake. I did
(Sabrina’s POV)I didn’t remember climbing the stairs.I remembered the ultrasound in my fist. I remembered my own heartbeat in my ears. I remembered thinking: he already did it. He already did it. He already did it, as I opened the door.Nate looked up from the desk. His hand was on a fresh glass







