LOGINCrossed LinesTALIAMy mouth went dry. Soren hovered over me, so close I could feel the heat rolling off his skin, and every coherent thought in my head scattered like startled birds.“I….I was just” The words tangled on my tongue. I tried again, hating how breathless I sounded. “It’s not what you think.”Before I could force out anything better, Soren shifted. His body lowered, pressing me deeper into the mattress. Not crushing, but deliberate. Solid.His weight was really heavy on me. It felt totally overwhelming. When he grabbed my wrists and lifted them up over my head holding them there with one hand my heart almost stopped beating.I was breathing hard now my chest was going up and down, against his weight. I could feel his chest too. The thin fabric of my tank top did nothing to hide how aware my body was of every inch of him.“Soren,” I managed, voice shaky. “What are you doing?”His face was inches from mine, eyes dark in the low light. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips
Midnight LinesTALIAI didn’t sleep.I lay there pretending, eyes closed, breathing slow and even like I’d seen in movies. Every shift of the sheets felt too loud. Every breath Soren took beside me registered like a touch.The room was really dark. The only light came from the city outside. It was shining through the windows. The bed in the room was huge. It felt big. At the same time it felt too small. Hours crawled by. My mind kept replaying the gala, the stranger’s hot whisper, Vera’s cold smile, Soren’s hand pulling me tight against him like I actually belonged there.Eventually his breathing deepened. The snores are almost gentle. I waited for another ten minutes just to be sure that he was really asleep then I carefully slid out from under the covers.For a moment I just stood there looking down at him.Soren Vane, the Ice King, looked… different asleep. The sharp lines of his face had softened. No calculating stare. No guarded mask.Just a man with dark lashes against his chee
Clause 17 ActivatedSORENThe drive back to the estate was quiet, but the silence wasn’t empty. It crackled. Talia sat across from me in the car, her hands folded tight in her lap, the black dress still somehow perfect despite the chaos of the night.I kept seeing that moment in the crowd the second she’d disappeared from my grip. The waiter’s face, the muttered threat. Dex’s reach had grown longer than I’d calculated. That changed things.By the time we stepped inside the house, the decision had already hardened. No more gradual progression. No more careful distance. Clause 17 was no longer a future contingency. It was now.Petra met us in the foyer, her expression carefully neutral. I gave her a short nod. “Move Talia’s things into the main suite. Tonight.”Talia’s head snapped toward me. “What?”I didn’t stop walking. She followed, heels clicking sharp against the stone. Good. Let her be angry. Anger was useful. Predictable.In my bedroom the lights were already turned down low, th
The Intended BrideTALIAThe gala was what I thought it would be and a bit more disappointing. The crystal chandeliers shone brightly over the marble floors.The air was filled with the smell of perfume and old rich people. People were chatting around us in a smooth way. Everyone was saying one thing. Thinking of another.I felt eyes on me the second we stepped through the doors. Not the casual glances you get when you’re carrying a tray of champagne. These were assessments. Weighing. Calculating how I fit into the picture beside Soren Vane.His hand rested at the small of my back as we walked through the crowd. It was a touch that seemed casual to other people but I could feel it all over my body. The warmth of his hand went through the fabric of my dress.His fingers were spread out enough to make me feel like he owned me. I told myself this was all part of a plan, it was strategic. Part of the performance.Still, my body didn’t seem to care about the difference. Every step we took
Terms of SurvivalTALIAI woke up with the taste of last night still bitter on my tongue and decided I wasn’t going to spend the day waiting for Soren’s next move.The estate felt different when the sun was out; it was still really pretty. It was still cold too. I put on my jeans and a plain sweater and went out of my room.I really wanted to find something that felt like it belonged to me. I wanted to find a part of the house that was not perfectly arranged by someone. A door that didn’t feel locked from the inside.It didn’t take long for the place to push back.The first hallway was fine. Sunlight came through the windows and made the light stone floors look almost warm.The doors that went out to the east terrace were glass. I tried to open them but the handle wouldn't move. A soft red light blinked on the discreet panel beside it.Authorization required. I tried another corridor that looked like it led toward the kitchen wing. Petra appeared at the end of it like she’d been summo
Controlled EnvironmentsSORENSleep was never a given, but tonight it was impossible.I stood at the tall window in my room, the grounds below swallowed by darkness except for the precise lines of security lighting cutting through the trees. The glass was cool against my fingertips.I kept seeing the moment Talia looked up from that folder, her face pale, eyes wide with the particular shock of someone realizing the game had started long before she stepped onto the board.No regret on my part. Just recalibration. I had expected her to find it eventually. Sooner than projected, though. That interested me more than it should.She was sharper than the profile suggested. That complicated things. I didn’t dislike the complication.My phone vibrated on the desk. Desmond. Of course. The man had the instincts of a bloodhound and the sleep schedule of a machine.“Talk,” I said, keeping my voice low.“Minor breach attempt on the perimeter feed at the south gate,” he reported, crisp and unhurried
The Gilded CageTALIAThe estate arrives before I'm ready for it.We turn off the main road and the city disappears behind. Like it was completely gone, swallowed by tree line and darkness — and then the gates open and I see it.Glass and steel rising out of manicured ground like something that gre
The Lion's DenSORENThe boardroom is on the thirty-eighth floor and the elevator ride up is forty seconds of silence.I use it to observe.Talia is standing straight. Chin level. Hands loose at her sides — not balled this time, which tells me she made a decision somewhere between the suite and the
The Devil’s PlanTALIATwo million dollars.I keep staring at those words on page one like they'll rearrange themselves into something that makes more sense. Like maybe I misread. Like maybe it says two hundred or two thousand or anything that doesn't make my brain short-circuit.It says two millio
The Aftermath of a KissSORENThe cameras are still going when I pull back.I count — three seconds, maybe four — enough for the shot to be clean, enough for the story to write itself. Billionaire Soren Vane and Mystery Woman. By morning, it'll be on every entertainment feed that matters, and Cassa







