Eve
The glimr of Danielle's earring on his ear mocked .
It pulsed like a warning beacon, a cruel reminder that so truths couldn't stay buried forever. And that maybe… maybe I was never supposed to outrun mine.
Hades held tighter in his sleep, murmuring my na like a prayer—and it shattered .
Because he trusted . Because he loved . Because he had no idea what I'd done… or what I might still be capable of.
My breath hitched. I stared up at the ceiling, counting the shadows that shifted with every passing second. Anything to keep myself from thinking. From rembering the way Felicia had scread. The way her rage had transford into terror.
Her hands, clawing at the air. Her voice breaking.
"I am not the fucking target!"
There were targets—ones that Felicia knew about. Which ant Felicia had a hand in the incident that night.
I recalled my father's mocking parting words: "And one last thing—help thank Felicia. Her second ti assisting , but I will always be grateful."
The second favor had been relaying my ntal deterioration.
But the first… had been facilitating the assassination of the king and his father.
I could still perceive the scent of blood from the vial in the briefcase.
How could Silverpine have the blood of not just any Obsidian civilian, but of mbers of the Obsidian royal family—unless it had been given by an inside source?
Every finger pointed to none other than Felicia.
Everything was falling into place now that I had cald down—reasoning taking over panic and letting see and recall all I needed to in this convoluted situation of betrayal and smoke-screened loyalties. The chaos had once clouded my mind, made question everything—but now, clarity was cutting through the fog like a blade.
Felicia had played her part.
But I...
I was responsible for the death of three people.
Three integral parts of Hades' life.
I could still feel the sickening wetness of blood on my hands, the crushing of bones and the ripping of flesh.
That left in a moral debate—how could I, the murderer of his wife, his brother, his father… even think of confessing?
How could I reveal the truth of Felicia's hand in it without sounding like a coward, twisting the truth to wash my hands of guilt?
Without it sounding like desperation… like I was trying to turn the finger away from myself and pin it on soone else?
Because who would Hades believe?
?
The woman who destroyed his family.
The woman he held while she cried, not knowing she was the reason for his tears.
Or his sister-in-law—his ex-wife's sister—who had buried them side by side?
Would he see Felicia for what she truly was?
Or would he see for what the world had already branded ?
A traitor.
A murderer.
A curse.
I recalled the ti I was accused of poisoning my own sister. Five years of screaming into deaf ears. Five years of begging to be believed.
And no one listened.
Not my mother.
Not my father.
Not even the sister I was trying to protect.
They took everything. My na. My place. My dignity.
They took my voice.
And now I lay in the arms of the only person who had ever made feel like I had one again… and I was going to lose that too.
I turned to face him.
His lashes were soft against his skin, lips slightly parted in sleep. So peaceful. So innocent. So unknowing.
My hand moved on its own, brushing against his cheek, following the sharp line of his jaw, the warmth of his breath fanning across my wrist.
Would he still fall asleep in my arms after this?
Would he still call Red?
Would he still love ?
The coward in scread.
Scread at to stay silent. To bury the truth deeper. To never say a word.
Because if I did, I might lose everything again—my freedom, my na, my love.
I wanted to cry, to fall apart right there, but I bit it back. Because I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop.
Because tears would change nothing.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips softly to his. Just once. Just long enough to brand the mory of it into my soul, in case it was the last ti I'd ever be allowed to do it.
And then I made a vow.
This ti, I wouldn't be caught off guard.
This ti, I wouldn't fall to my knees and beg to be believed.
This ti, I would gather every thread of truth and weave it into a noose for the real monster.
This ti, I would be tactical. Resourceful. Prepared.
Because the truth needed more than a voice.
It needed proof.
And I would find it.
"Don't worry," I whispered into the quiet, my fingers still resting on his cheek.
"You will know the truth soon. I promise."
Even if, when that ti ca, he couldn't love anymore.
"He deserves the truth, Evie," Rhea's voice wove into my painful thoughts. "The whole truth."
"He will get it. I will give it."
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Hades
"The princess' fingerprints were found on the mory card. They're the most recent set. She was the last holder before it was discovered."
My blood chilled instantly. Still, I forced myself to speak. "So… this is indeed hers?"
It was the stupidest question I could have asked. The answer was predictable.
But I needed to hear it.
I needed it to rip through like lightning.
Maybe then I'd feel sothing besides this dull, choking disbelief.
"Yes, Your Highness," Mara replied, voice clipped and sterile. "The evidence is irrefutable. Her fingerprints were the most recent. We also found traces of other werewolf fingerprints—linked to an already identified male."
The image of the other werewolf flashed on the screen.
Brown eyes. Sandy hair. Fawn skin.
A smug countenance that never failed to make my blood boil.
"Beta of Silverpine," I muttered, hissing.
Jas stared back at from the screen.
My mind reeled, racing through every possibility. How had she gotten a mory card from Jas? They never had ti together alone when he visited. The only window of possibility was—
"When the CCTV caras were down…" I whispered to myself.
That was when it happened. The exchange. Hidden in the blind spot.
And Eve… had never told .
"There was also, strangely, another substance found on the card," Mara added, tapping a few more keys.
I braced myself. "What kind of substance?"
She hesitated. "Bloodwine, Your Highness. Dried traces—less than a drop, but enough to be identified."
Bloodwine.
My stomach twisted.
"The exchange could have occurred at a restaurant."
My jaw clenched. My thoughts thundered.
And then—
It clicked.
Sharp. Instant.
The dinner.
The dim lights.
The way she had picked at her food, barely eting my eyes.
The mont her hand trembled slightly when reaching for her glass.
And most damning of all…
The na she'd whispered, barely audible under her breath as the wine glass paused at her lips.
"Jas…"
She had said his na.
The Bloodwine.
The mory card.
Her scurrying off to the toilet.
The exchange.
And Eve—my Eve—had said nothing.
It had happened before Jules died. Even in the chaos and fragility of that ti, she had chosen silence. She needed to hide it.
The threads began knotting into a noose, slowly tightening around my ribs. My breath shortened. My hands curled into fists against the chair.
"I want to know what's in it. Find out now."
"It will take so ti," Mara replied carefully. "We've already sent the footage for deep reconstruction and decryption, but whatever was on it has been partially corrupted—intentionally. Soone didn't just want it hidden. They wanted it gone."
My fingers dug into the arms of the chair, the fabric groaning under the pressure.
Intentionally.
The word echoed like a siren. Soone had tried to erase it. Soone with knowledge, access, and fear.
I stood abruptly. Mara flinched but stayed firm.
"Prioritize it," I said, my voice low and dark. "I want it. I don't care what programs you need to run or what specialists you need—just get it done."
She nodded. "Understood."
I turned toward the tall windows of the war room. Rain began to streak across the glass, saring the outside world into a blur. My thoughts mirrored it—ssy, tangled, violent.
Eve.
Jas.
The Bloodwine.
The card.
The silence.
The lies.
Why hadn't she told ?
She had sworn I'd know the truth.
Was that the truth she ant to give ?
Or the one she'd planned to rewrite?
I had miscalculated.
And I would correct all my mistakes.
Starting with the woman I called my wife.
No—the woman I thought I knew.
The one who had once stood before covered in ash and blood and secrets… and still managed to make believe she could be redeed. The one who now curled up in my bed, her body pressed against mine like a promise she never ant to keep.
I clenched my jaw, forcing my heartbeat to steady. Because if I didn't, the rage simring beneath the surface would boil over. And I couldn't afford that. Not now.
I needed control.
Not vengeance.
Not heartbreak.
Truth.
The blood test would be the final nail. The Montegues were waiting in my office.
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