LOGIN"THE FIRST TRUTH."MAYA.Nobody spoke.The balcony held the three of us and the question Yulian had just asked and the city noise rising up from thirty-two floors below and I stood in the middle of all of it feeling like the ground under my feet had turned to something that would not hold weight much longer.Yulian was looking at me.Not at Kayden. At me. Like he already knew, instinctively, that whatever this was lived with me and not with anyone else in this space.I looked at Kayden.Kayden looked back at me and his expression was steady and clear and said the thing I already knew he was going to say before he opened his mouth."It has to come from you," he said quietly.That was all. No push, no rescue, no stepping in to absorb any part of this on my behalf. He had made a promise and he was keeping it, and the keeping of it meant standing right here beside me while I had no choice left but to do the thing I had been unable to do for three years.I turned back to Yulian.He waited.
"NO MORE SECRETS."MAYA.I noticed it before he said a single word.Kayden had a particular quietness when he had made a decision and was working up to telling someone — It made my stomach drop immediately.Does he know? How much does he know?I had been asking myself some version of that question for days now, ever since the strange shift in the way he'd been looking at me, the careful questions about family that I had answered with practiced ease and watched land wrong anyway. I had told myself I was imagining it. Standing in the kitchen that morning, watching him watch me, I knew I hadn't been."Can we talk?" he said.Not dramatic. Just quiet. Direct, the way Kayden always was when something mattered enough that he'd stopped dressing it up."Okay," I said, because there was nothing else to say.We went out to the balcony.The city was doing its midday thing below us, indifferent and loud and completely unaware that my whole life was about to tilt on its axis up here, thirty-two flo
"YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO HAVE ANY OF THIS."SERA.Four years ago, I sat on the edge of my bed the night before that dinner and I cried in a way I had never let anyone see me cry before.Not because I didn't think Yulian Voss was a good man. He was. Everyone said so. He was steady and serious and exactly the kind of match our families had been quietly engineering for years, the kind of arrangement that made sense on paper and meant nothing to me except the precise shape of the cage I could feel closing around my future.I had worked too hard. I had clawed my way through a medical degree that nobody in my family had thought I could finish, had stayed up countless nights memorizing things that mattered more to me than any dinner, any betrothal, any Alpha's attention. And I looked at Yulian Voss — at the seriousness in his eyes, the weight of responsibility that already sat on him at twenty-six like it had been bolted there — and I did not see a husband.I saw the end of everything I h
"ONE RULE."YULIAN.The silence after that lasted a while, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Something had been set down between us, finally, after five years of carrying it separately, and the kitchen felt lighter for having it out in the open even though nothing had actually been resolved.Then I said: "I have one rule."Kayden looked up."No more lies," I said. "Between any of us. Not about this. Not about anything. If someone's hurting, they say it. If someone's jealous, they say it out loud instead of letting it sit and rot. If something gets discovered, the others hear it from the person who found it." I looked at him steadily. "We've all spent years being careful with each other in exactly the wrong way. I'm done with it."Kayden held my gaze for a moment, then nodded. "No more lies," he agreed.It felt like the first real agreement either of us had made since the orb broke.A practical thought followed close behind it, the kind of thing that should have occurred to us days a
"WE NEED TO TALK."KAYDEN.I had been avoiding this conversation since the day Yulian married Maya.I want to be honest about that, even just to myself, sitting here in the early grey light with the apartment quiet around me and Maya finally, finally asleep down the hall, her body wrung out from everything the last few weeks had asked of it. Five years. Five years of not talking to my best friend about the one thing that had been sitting underneath every conversation we'd ever had since he married her. I had told myself it was protecting him. I had told myself it was protecting her. Mostly I think I had been protecting myself, because saying it out loud meant making it real in a way I couldn't take back, and I had gotten very good at letting things stay unreal as long as I could manage it.I wasn't managing it anymore.Last night had changed something. Not just between me and Maya, not just between Yulian and Maya — between me and Yulian. I had stood in that room and given him somethi
"I MISS MY LIFE."YULIAN.I woke up before either of them.That was not unusual — I had always been an early riser, body or no body, and even with Kayden's frame around me the habit had held. What was unusual was the quality of the morning. Maya was beside me, actually beside me, asleep in the deep and unguarded way she had not slept in weeks. Her face was soft. Her breathing was even. For the first time since this curse had taken hold of my life, my wife looked at peace.I lay there and looked at her and felt something that should have been relief.Instead I felt strange.I could not immediately name why. I went back through the night before — not the intimacy of it, though that sat in my chest with its own complicated weight, but the shape of the whole evening. Kayden in the room. Kayden's voice in my own. The blindfold. The way none of it had felt like a violation or an intrusion or anything close to what I would have expected myself to feel if anyone had described this scenario to
"THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW YOU BEST KNOW EXACTLY WHERE TO HIT."MAYA.My phone was on the nightstand.It lit up.I almost did not look at it. Late night notifications were rarely anything good and I had learned in the last two weeks that my threshold for additional bad news was extremely limited and need
"FALLING FEELS EXACTLY LIKE FLOATING UNTIL IT DOESN'T."MAYA.The problem with falling was that it didn't feel like falling.That was the thing nobody told you. You expected it to feel like a drop — sudden, alarming, the floor disappearing under your feet with enough force that you knew exactly wha
"THE SOFTER VERSION OF YOU IS THE ONE THAT UNDOES ME."MAYA.It happened quietly.That was the thing about it. There was no single moment I could point to and say — there, that was when it changed. It was not one thing. It was the accumulation of small things, days of them, building up the way wate
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND AND HIS BEST FRIEND ACCIDENTALLY SWAP SOULS AND TO SWAP THEM BACK YOU HAVE TO BE MARKED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME OR JUST PICK ONE?MAYA. The water was perfect.Not too hot, not too cold — just that sweet spot where you could sink down until it was touching







