LOGINClara stood frozen.Jason had just insulted her to her face, and Amara had somehow turned it into something noble.She couldn't move. As long as Clara could remember, she had followed Amara's lead. Whether Amara was right or wrong, Clara had gone along with it. Not just out of deference, but because Amara had always, eventually, been proven right. Clara had built a kind of faith around that certainty.But lately, she couldn't read her at all. Every decision landed somewhere none of them expected.Once or twice, she had told herself Amara was exhausted or carrying too much.However, she couldn't tell herself that anymore. This wasn't exhaustion. This wasn't the weight of responsibility producing some hidden wisdom she was too small to understand.Jason had said what he said. He had insulted their mother, and Amara had stood there making excuses for him.That was their mother too."Amara, have you lost your mind? If he had any feelings left for this family, for any of us, could h
Jason was suffering too, and Amara could see it up close.Clara arrived first, her voice already tight. "What do we want? Jason, you know Mother couldn't stand noise. You moved into the family villa without a word to any of us. Did you ever think about how we..."She had been about to say, "Did you ever think about how badly we're doing?" But there were too many eyes in the room, so she swallowed the words."Did you ever think about whether we were family?" she asked instead.Jason started to answer, but Amara got there first and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to Clara. You've had a hard time lately. I know that."She meant it as comfort, but Jason took it like a match to gunpowder.He shoved Amara backward, nearly knocking her off balance. "You came here to pity me? A hard time? If it weren't for your family, would I be in any of this?"He turned to Clara and let loose. "Who the hell is family to you? Your mother was not my mother. Don't call us family. Open your
Jason released the women on either side of him and rose to his feet, a smile fixed on his face that revealed nothing. "Well, well. If it isn't my sisters. You actually came."Amara frowned, her tone sharp and instinctive. "Jason, what do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea where you are?"Among the sisters, there had always been a few who enjoyed a lively gathering. Freya, now lying unconscious, had been the most social of them all. She had friends everywhere.The villa was large and occupied one of the most prominent locations in Silverton. By all logic, her crowd should have been exactly the sort of people who would want to gather there.Yet parties at the Chamberlain villa were few and far between. Freya's friends had always preferred to rent venues elsewhere.Even the sisters' own birthday celebrations rarely brought guests inside the villa.The engagement party had filled the courtyard outside, but the interior of the house had remained empty.It wasn't a matter of
Clara and the others didn't recognize the man at the gate, but his appearance told them enough: multicolored hair, ear piercings, studded jeans. He looked like one of the thugs Jason used to run with back on Streamster Street.He had approached the gate with a sour expression. The moment he noticed several women standing there, his entire demeanor changed.He swung the gate open wide and reached out to throw an arm around the nearest one. "Finally. Took you long enough. Come in, come in."Clara gave him a light shove. He went down anyway and stayed there.The sisters exchanged glances."He's not going to try to shake us down, is he?" Hilda instinctively took a step back. She had her reasons.Clara's clothes had sold for a decent amount, nearly as much as Giana's jacket had fetched, enough to keep them properly fed for a while. But during one of her job-hunting trips, Hilda had misjudged a shared bicycle and clipped a pedestrian.She could have sworn the bike had barely been movi
Clara and the others were dragged all the way to the Chamberlain villa. They stood at a distance, looking up at it where it sat on the hillside.Something shifted inside all of them at once.Too much had happened within those walls. Places and objects had a way of reaching into the parts of a person that remained soft, no matter how much everything else hardened.The sisters were still standing, but every familiar thing that had once surrounded them was gone.None of them had ever imagined leaving this place. It had been their home, the place they had quietly assumed would shelter them for the rest of their lives. Every building, every plant, and every patch of garden bore their touch.Even the most unremarkable stones along the path had their place, something to fidget with on a slow afternoon, something to rearrange when boredom set in.They had been the ones who decided where everything went, and this place had answered to them. It carried the Chamberlain name. In both law and
How exactly had they wronged Oscar? What form had that harm taken?The sisters were surviving on plain pasta and rationing their cheese. If this was Oscar's punishment, then they already understood they had been wrong. So why had it not ended?She watched Elara stick out her tongue at her before following Helena through the villa gate without a backward glance.Something in Diana's chest felt as though it were being sliced apart.Oscar had gone too far. He was the Draconox Archon. There was no shortage of people eager to flatter him and compete for his attention.Without the family holding him back, he was not the one living like this. The sisters were. Without the family name, they had nothing left to rely on. Was that not punishment enough?Before she could finish the thought, the villa gate swung open again.George stepped out carrying a wide broom and swung it toward her without even looking. "What is this trash doing at my front gate? Stay right there, and I'll sweep you aw
"Why are you up so early?" Oscar asked.Rebecca was already sitting by his bed when Oscar woke.Yesterday, he had heard her come in. Today, he had slept through it completely. That would not have happened before. Living like a normal person was not the same as being one."I'm here to have breakfa
Oscar smiled and patted Rebecca on the shoulder. "I'm fine. Dr. Hoffman knows what he's doing. For whatever time I have left, I'll be able to live like a normal person."She glanced at Caleb.He nodded. "That's correct. Even so, I strongly recommend that you leave Silverton. Your body cannot handl
Oscar sat across from Caleb at the hospital bedside. He had finally sent Rebecca and the others out to rest."How long do I have left, Dr. Hoffman?" Oscar looked unwell."Oscar, are you trying to ruin my reputation? The Vigil conference just ended, and you do this to yourself?"Oscar managed a fa
"Robert…" Nancy began.The slum residents were both easy and dangerous to push.They were easy because a little money bought almost anything: labor, dignity, silence. They were dangerous because people with nothing left had nothing left to lose. If you pushed them to the ground, they would bleed o







