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“You know how risky that shit is.” I see Thorne shift in his chair out of the corner of my eye.
“She’s an only child, right?”
The man beside me nods slowly. But there’s more there that he’s not divulging.
“Which means that whoever is threatening her intends to take over the Noire line of power by force. You know what that looks like as well as I do. They’re not diverting to another blood heir; they’re planning to get rid of the only living descendant, probably with the intention of inserting someone from outside the Noire line in Fox’s place.”
She’s vulnerable, and we don’t have time to fuck around coming up with a plan. The Serpentine moon is drawing closer, which means whoever is plotting something is going to be making their move any day.
“There hasn’t been a Pledging ceremony for a long time,” he mutters quietly.
Because the previous ones all turned into blood baths. Invariably, they were ceremonies used by the Anguis to pass power down a lineage, and at the last moment, there would be plots to assassinate the heir and insert someone else into the claim for power instead.
It’s a tactic that has been used for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
Only now, that threat is hovering over Fox’s head, and our place in this was cemented the moment Thorne confirmed the Pledging ceremony with the Anguis.
While Ky and I both had our motives for fucking with the legacy of Noire House, the reason Thorne decided to commit to a Pledging when we could have easily murdered the girl and taken her power is something I can’t get my head around.
He says that she’s just a possession we own.
But my gut tells me there’s something more insidious lying beneath the turbulent waters of Thorne Calliano.
“We take her to the fight.” I keep my eyes on the girl in question. Her lilac hair is loose and wavy from swimming in the ocean. The freckles across her nose have darkened after a day spent in the sun. And she curls into Ky like the two of them are peas in a pod.
Thorne remains quiet for a while beside me.
I can still feel the heat and intensity of last night every time I close my eyes.
Things have changed between all of us; I can feel the difference. Something feels more settled and sure in my blood than ever before, yet, I’m also crawling out of my skin.
With want? Or something else.
Sharing Ky with others has never been an issue for me—or him. But now? A possessiveness over all of them is surging to the surface.
Like I’d carve out the hearts of anyone who dared lay a hand on any of these three.
Learning to trust doesn’t come easily to the likes of me. But Thorne has proven time and time again that he’d lay down his life for both me and Ky.
Now, in the cruelest twist of fate imaginable, Foxglove Noire is included in that list.
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Ky holds up a gold vintage chain with three teardrop-shaped amethyst jewels hanging in the middle that match the color of my hair. The largest sits at the center, while two tiny ones sit on either side.
It’s stunning.
Only, as he dangles it in front of my eyes, I notice there’s no clasp to fasten it around my neck, just two small loops of fine gold thread that definitely don’t link together.
“It doesn’t go around your neck.” Ky’s loaded gaze drops from my eyes…down.
To the part of me this chain is designed to be attached to.
My nipples harden into diamonds as I realize where this jewelry is made to be worn.
“Does that go…” My mouth is dry as I swallow heavily.
“Indeed it does.” He winks. “Underneath your dress.”
