Se connecterSelene’s POVEveryone looks at the phone in Mara’s hand.Then everyone looks at me.This is something I have noticed this week, the way rooms have started orienting toward me when something needs deciding, and I am still learning how to receive it without either shrinking from it or pretending it is not happening. I take the phone from Mara and look at the gate camera feed and I look at Rael Calloway’s face through a car window for five seconds.Hard jaw. Young, maybe thirty. The expression of a man who made a calculation about timing and is arriving to find the calculation was wrong and has not yet decided what to do about that.I hand the phone back.“Do not open the gate,” I say.Mara relays it immediately.“He will not leave,” Talia says quietly. “He drove through the night. He is not going to sit outside a gate.”“He does not have to leave,” I say. “He has to wait.” I look at the room. “Halsey is twenty-five minutes away. Caden’s lawyer is here. Reth is coming. We file the acknow
Selene’s POV“Sit down,” I say. “Before Edna finds out you are vertical.”Bowen looks at me with the expression he reserves for when I say something he agrees with but does not want to agree with, and then he comes into the kitchen and sits in the chair Mara pulls out for him with the speed of someone who has been waiting for an excuse to do something useful.Reina puts tea in front of him without being asked.He looks around the table. At Edrin, whom he does not recognise. At Talia, whom he does not recognise. At Caden, who he did not expect to still be here. At Lucian against the wall. At me, standing at the head of the table with my hands flat on the surface.“You have been busy,” he says.“It has been a full morning,” I agree.I tell him. Quickly and without embellishment, the way the week has trained me to deliver information, because every hour we spend catching people up is an hour Rael’s lawyers are using for something else. Edrin alive, the incapacitation filing, the forty-ei
Selene’s POVThe kitchen goes very quiet.Reina stops stirring. Mara sets down a plate. Talia’s face does something sharp and immediate, the expression of someone who has heard a word they recognise and does not like where it leads.I look at Edrin.He is looking at the table.“You knew this was possible,” I say. Not a question. I have stopped asking things as questions when I already know the answer.“Rael has been building a case for incapacitation for eight months,” he says. His voice is steady but there is something underneath it that is not steady at all, the specific quality of a man saying something out loud that he has been carrying silently for a long time. “My health has been deteriorating. I made decisions over the last two years that he disagreed with. He has been collecting documentation, medical records, accounts from people in the household who would say what he needed them to say.” He pauses. “I knew if he found out about you before I reached you, this is exactly what
Selene’s POVI look around the entrance hall at all of them.Mara, who has been present through every single thing this week without being asked, who puts food in front of me and squeezes my hand and says nothing when nothing is what the moment needs. Lucian, who has been learning, slowly and visibly and at real cost to himself, the difference between managing someone and standing beside them. Caden, who drove back through the night and is now standing in a doorway with a lawyer two hours behind him because he decided, again, that leaving easy was not the same as leaving right. Talia, who came in person because letters are easy to ignore. Edrin, who is complicated and present and not entirely clean about either of those things, which puts him in considerable company this week.And Bowen, asleep on the ground floor, who started all of this.“Kitchen,” I say. “All of you. Now.”Nobody argues.This is either a testament to the week we have all survived together or to the specific tone I
Selene’s POVI look at the phone.Everyone in the entrance hall looks at the phone.Eastern territories prefix, unknown number, ringing in my hand at six-thirty in the morning the day after a council hearing and thirty seconds after a man claiming to be my father walked through my front door.I pick up.“Ms. Avery.” The voice is male, older, carrying the clipped eastern accent I have now heard twice in the last twelve hours. Professional, controlled, but underneath it something that has the specific texture of urgency being managed carefully. “My name is Aldric Vane. I am the administrative head of the Calloway family’s eastern council seat.”I look at Edrin Calloway standing four feet from me in my entrance hall.He is watching my face and something in his expression has changed — not guilt exactly, but the specific look of a man who has just realised a variable he was tracking has moved faster than he accounted for.“Mr. Vane,” I say. My voice is even. I am very tired of having to m
Selene’s POVI stare at Lucian.“Talia said he was dead,” I say. My voice comes out flat, which is what happens when my mind is moving faster than my composure can keep up with. “She said he died a year ago. She said he told her about me on his deathbed.”“I know,” Lucian says. “That is what you told me.”“Then who is at the door.”“A man who says his name is Edrin Calloway.”I set my mug down on the desk with more care than the moment requires, because my hands need something deliberate to do, and I stand up and I look at Lucian and I try to find the bottom of what I am feeling and cannot.“Come with me,” I say.He does not hesitate. “Yes.”We go downstairs together, and Mara is in the entrance hall with the expression of a woman who has absorbed a shock and is managing it through the familiar discipline of standing very straight and very still. She looks at me when I appear and her eyes say something like I do not know what this is and I am here regardless, which is the most Mara th
Selene’s POVI take the stairs fast.Lucian is behind me and neither of us speaks because when Mara uses that voice there is nothing useful to say on the way to wherever it is coming from. Last night it came from the side entrance. This morning it is coming from the third floor and that means it is
Selene’s POVNobody moves for a moment.The slip of paper sits in Lucian’s hand and the word fear is still on his face, which is somehow more unsettling than anything Corrin said in this room ten minutes ago. I have seen Lucian controlled. I have seen him raw, in a kitchen, at five in the morning.
Lucian’s POVMy father looks older.This is the first thing I notice and I notice it without sympathy, just observation, the way you observe something you have been bracing for and find slightly different from what you prepared yourself to see. He is heavier around the jaw and there is more grey in
Selene’s POVI know whose flags they are before Lucian says anything.I can tell by the way he goes still when he sees them. Not the controlled stillness he uses in meetings or the careful stillness of a man managing a room. Something older than both of those. Something that lives in the body befor







