All Chapters of Blood bound to the last witch : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My mother was already waiting at the top of the stairs, standing there in the way she always stood when she knew something I hadn't told her yet, arms folded, head slightly tilted, the particular expression she reserved for situations she had already diagnosed before I opened my mouth."How was the signing?" she asked."Fine." I handed my coat to the house attendant without breaking stride. "Done. Father has his partnership.""And Kane Rivers?"I stopped at the foot of the stairs."Exactly what I expected," I said. "Old. Deliberate. I'm very fond of pauses."My mother came down two steps,her eyes moved over my face the way they always did, thorough, the same assessment I used in boardrooms, except hers had thirty years of knowing me behind it."Isabella.""I'm fine, Mother.""You have your grandmother's face right now. You only get it when something has frightened you.""Nothing frightened me." I moved past her up the stairs. "I need to change before the coven meeting."She let me go

Isabella POVI knew about the ward before my mother told me.I felt it at dawn, a pressure settling around the estate like a held breath, layers of old magic drawn tight and knotted at the boundary line. I had grown up inside Nyxara wards. I knew their texture the way I knew the sound of this house at night. This one was different. Newer at the surface, older underneath, built with the kind of intention that did not leave room for negotiation.My mother came to my room at seven."We've warded the estate," she said. She stood in the doorway with her hands folded and her voice entirely level, the way she spoke when a decision had already been made and she was delivering it rather than discussing it. "For your protection.""From what?""From any werewolf who might attempt to approach you before the council rules."I sat up. "Mother. I am not a child who needs to be locked in her room.""No." She crossed to the window and looked out at the grounds below. "You are a Nyxara witch with

Kane POVShe sat in the passenger seat like she was doing me a favor.Which, to be fair, she was.I drove and said nothing for the first few minutes, letting the estate disappear in the mirror, letting the city begin to assemble itself around us—the gradual return of streetlights, the distant geometry of buildings against the night sky. Beside me, Isabella sat with her arms folded, her gaze fixed forward, carrying the particular posture of a woman who had made a decision and was already quietly auditing whether it had been the right one.The bond sat between us in the space of the car the way it sat everywhere—unhurried, undemanding, simply present. I had spent three centuries learning the discipline of not wanting things. The bond had no interest in that discipline. It simply continued existing, warm and certain, regardless of what I thought about it."Rave," she said finally. "Tell me about him.""Younger brother. By fourteen years, which, in our world, means something different tha

Kane POVShe worked the way I imagined she did everything without performance, without waste.Rave had three years of documentation organized across that wall and four additional filing drawers beneath it, and within twenty minutes Isabella had restructured his entire system. Not discarded it. Restructured it. She'd borrowed his colored thread and restrung five of the relational lines without asking permission, explaining her methodology only after she'd already implemented it — a quiet declaration that she operated better when she wasn't waiting for approval.Rave watched this with an expression I recognized from the mirror. The expression of someone encountering a particular kind of intelligence and making the immediate, involuntary decision to stop underestimating it.I stood near the window.I had spent three centuries in the company of capable people. I had learned, a long time ago, that the most useful thing you could do when a capable person was working was remove yourself from