LOGINBella's POVHis mouth was on mine and I could not get close enough.I pushed against him, pressing my body into his, and I felt the specific way he winced when my shoulder brushed his wound. I pulled back immediately, my hands going to his chest, holding him still. I could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, the specific way his heart was pounding under my palm, fast and uneven."Lie down," I said.He looked at me. His eyes were dark, the amber almost black, and I could see the effort it was taking him to stay upright. The black veins on his shoulder were pulsing, visible even in the dim light of the room. His jaw was tight, his breathing shallow."Arabell—""Lie down."I pushed gently against his chest and he let me guide him back toward the bed. I watched him lower himself onto the mattress, watched the specific way his jaw tightened when the movement pulled at his shoulder. His hand came up to grip the sheets, the tendons in his forearm standing out with
Bella's POV The door clicked shut behind the healer. The latch catching. The wood settled into the frame. Her footsteps retreated down the corridor, growing fainter with each step until there was nothing left but the rain against the windows and the sound of my own breathing. Ethan's breathing was slower. I could hear the effort it was taking him to stand upright, the way each breath scraped against his ribs. The sound of it was wrong. Too careful like he was measuring every inhale, every exhale, trying to keep himself upright through sheer will. I stood with my back to him. My eyes fixed on the door. The silence stretched between us, heavy and full. I could feel him behind me. The weight of his presence. The heat of his fevered skin. The specific quality of his attention, even now, even like this. Then I turned. He was still gripping the edge of the table. His knuckles were white. His jaw was tight. The black veins on his shoulder pulsed against his pale skin. I took a breath.
Bella’s POV. "You knew." The words came out flat. I could hear them in my own ears. They did not sound like my voice. He didn't answer. "Answer me." Nothing. "Every time I came here." My voice was shaking now, the words were coming out unsteady. "Every conversation. Every blood session. Every time you looked at me like..." I stopped. The words caught in my throat. I could feel the heat behind my eyes and I blinked it back. "...you knew." "Yes." One word. That was all he said. I felt something twist in my chest. Something sharp and painful that I could not name. I had been so sure I was imagining things. So sure I was reading too much into every glance, every touch, every moment he held my gaze a second too long. I had told myself I was being ridiculous. I had told myself he was the King. I had told myself he didn't see me that way. And all that time, he had known. "You kissed me." I said it like I was trying to make him remember. In case he had already forgo
Bella's POV I did not remember deciding to leave. One moment I was on my knees in my room with my palm burning and my chest aching and his name on my lips. The next moment I was running through the rain with my bare feet hitting the cold ground and my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I did not remember putting on shoes. I did not remember grabbing a coat. I did not remember anything except the pull, that invisible rope tied around my ribs that had been tugging at me since the moment the mark on my palm turned red and hot and I felt something terrible happening somewhere I could not see. The rain was falling harder now, thick drops that soaked through my dress and plastered my hair to my face and neck. I felt the water running down my cheeks, down my throat, soaking into the collar of my dress. The ground was cold and wet under my bare feet and I felt every stone, every sharp edge, every patch of mud that squelched between my toes. I crossed the palace grounds
Ethan's POVThe rain had eased into a light drizzle.I stood shirtless in front of the tall windows of my chambers with my back to the room. My shoulder was tightly bandaged where the arrow had struck me, but the white cloth was already stained dark, the poison seeping through despite the healer's careful work. The wound throbbed with every heartbeat. The veins around it had turned black, spreading outward like roots reaching toward my chest, toward my heart.The cold was moving through me. Slow. Patient. I could feel it in my blood, in my bones, in the spaces between my ribs where my lungs worked harder and harder to draw each breath. My body was fighting something it could not win.I pressed my palm flat against the window. The glass was cold. I let the chill of it seep into my skin and spread up my arm, let it ground me in something other than the poison that was taking me apart from the inside.She had been standing in this room hours ago. I could still see her. The black dress. T
Andrew's POV I walked away from Bella and felt the satisfaction of it settle into my bones. She was still standing in the entrance hall when I left her. I had looked back once, just to see her face, just to watch the way she was standing there frozen with her arms wrapped around herself and her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. The look on her face was exactly what I had wanted to see. Confusion. Fear. The specific quality of someone who had just realized they did not know what was happening. Your shield is broken. I had said it and watched the words land. Watched them sink into her chest like stones dropping into still water. She had not known what I meant. She had not known who I was talking about or what I had done or why I was standing there with blood on my clothes and rain in my hair. She had just stood there, frozen, trying to piece it together. She would not piece it together. That was the thing about Bella. She was clever, I would give her that. She had been clever
The relief that moved through me when it became clear the King wasn't going to do anything about the stumbling incident was significant enough that I had to actively stop it from showing on my face.I smoothed my dress, lifted my chin, and walked back to the dining table with Andrew like nothing ha
I sat in the carriage and watched through the window as the two of them finally pulled themselves away from the door. Andrew's hand on her back, she was leaning into him, both of them completely unbothered by the fact that I existed.I rolled my eyes so hard it nearly hurt. What was I thinking, cha
Bella's POVI waited for him to laugh. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.Genuinely waited, watching his face for the crack in it, for the moment where the almost-smirk came back and he said something that made it clear he was joking and I could breathe aga
Bella's POVThe word sat in the air between us.I heard it landing and felt my eyes go wide before I could manage them.I had just used that word at the Lycan King.In his private suite.To his face."Your Maje…""Call me Ethan, Arabell," he said.Like I hadn't just yelled at him. Like I hadn't cus







