Chapter Forty-Five
S houting and bagpipe music from the Great Hall filters up the stairwell as I pass it. When I reach his chambers, I press my ear to the door. There is no sound within.
Tentatively, I enter. I release a breath. It’s empty.
There’s a fire burning in the hearth. He has tidied since I last visited. The four-poster bed that dominates the space has been made, and the shredded curtains have been completely removed. The shelves beside it are creaking beneath the weight of his tomes.
His scent of dark forests lingers in the room, among the smell of woodsmoke and parchment.
I step into the room and close the door behind me.
It strikes me odd that Blake would leave his chambers unlocked, but I wonder if that is due to the arrogance of alpha Wolves. He believes no one would dare to break in. Most would not.
I take a deep breath. I must be quick. I don’t know how long it will be until he returns.
I hurry over to the bookshelf, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet. I run my hands over the tops of the books, hoping I’ll find a wedge of parchment stuffed away. Next, I rummage through the desk. There are two thin drawers in the dark wood, and I slide the first one open. There’s a pile of letters within, crumpled like they’ve been removed and stuffed back in again. I flick through them.
Sebastian seeks the Heart of the Moon.
Sebastian plans to marry the Southlands princess. He will be distracted through the festivities.
They are all signed M . These letters depict Blake organizing the siege on the Borderlands castle with his spy. I put them away.
I find nothing of interest in the second drawer—a few maps of the Northlands, a list of poisonous flowers, and what looks like one of Elsie’s romance novels titled The Alpha’s Fate . I can’t imagine him reading such tomes for pleasure, so I don’t know why it would be here. I shove them all back inside and scan the surface of the desk.
My heartbeat quickens when I move a book about Night’s Acolytes aside and find a piece of parchment, yellow with time. It’s not one of the pages I want, but there’s a handwritten note at the top.
I will not be able to write for a while. This may be of interest in terms of what you seek. I found it in Sebastian’s office. M.
At first glance, it looks like a spiderweb of lines, but on closer inspection, it’s a fading family tree that must stretch back forty generations or more. The name at the bottom of the diagram makes my heart still. Freja M?nsken . It’s the name of my great-grandmother.
I trace the lines of the diagram, passing the names of those who must be my ancestors. The two names at the top have been scrubbed out. Why would Blake be looking into my ancestry? Why would Sebastian? Does this have something to do with the Heart of the Moon, and Lochlan’s theory that my mother had it?
I fold the parchment and put it into my pocket so I can study it more closely later. It’s not what I’m looking for, but it feels important. Especially as I’ve started to suspect that Blake wants something more than just the Wolf Throne.
I check the armoire in the corner, sliding my hands through the fabric of his clothing and releasing his scent into the air. Then I check beneath the black sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.
There are men talking outside the room. I throw myself behind the bed just as the door clicks open.
“Because I’m concerned about you.” Jack’s deep voice infiltrates the chambers. “You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I’m thinking perfectly clearly.” There’s an edge to Blake’s silky tone.
“When was the last time you took someone to your bed?”
“What concern is that of yours?”
“I’m worried about your judgement. You’re wound up. You’re going to do something reckless. Again.”
I barely dare to breathe. I keep close to the floor, and try to still my heartbeat. I wonder if I should announce my presence. I’ve burst into Blake’s chambers before, and he has never seemed particularly bothered.
“Can you just do as I ask?” Blake sounds weary. “We need to know what this ‘Dark Beast’ is. For all we know, Kai is possessed. Aurora and I found ourselves in Night’s prison recently. There was a hole in one of the cells. Something escaped.”
Any thought of revealing myself slips away. I flatten myself to the floorboards and slide beneath his bed so I can hear the rest of their conversation. I stare up at the dark bedframe, not daring to turn my head to watch the two men speaking.
“Shit,” says Jack. “You think Alex caught it.”
“I wouldn’t put it past him, would you?”
Jack sighs. “I’ll see what I can find.”
“Don’t be long. I don’t think Callum will keep me around for much longer.”
“I’m surprised he’s not thrown you in a cell already.”
“Me too, if I’m honest.” Blake sounds amused. Anger prickles beneath my skin. I don’t like them mocking him.
Jack chuckles. “Just... hold it together while I’m gone. I don’t like you being here alone. Arran, or Elsie, or someone should be here to keep an eye on you.”
“I want them at Lowfell. Away from all of this. And when do I ever not hold it together?” There’s a hint of sarcasm to his tone.
“I can call to memory a few times...” says Jack.
Blake laughs. He shuts the door and seals us both inside. The air is sucked out of the room.
Even though I get the sense I amuse Blake—that perhaps, even, he is attracted to me—I know that if he finds me, he will consider this a violation of his privacy.
I’m not sure how I can get away without alerting him. I lock the cage around my emotions. I try to still my pounding heart. Right now, he’s not blocking me from feeling him. There is turbulence within him. He feels restless. Distracted.
There’s a rustle of fabric as he takes off his shirt. He throws it aside, then walks to the bed. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my breathing. He slips off his boots. He has a mark—a scar—on one of his ankles. He slides into bed, and the frame dips above me.
“What are you doing?” He sounds exasperated. I can’t tell if he’s speaking to me, or himself.
When he says nothing more, I relax a little. It takes a while before his breathing slows and he falls asleep. I wait a couple more minutes to be sure. I slide from under the bed and stand up.
I wince when the floorboards creak beneath me, but Blake’s eyes remain shut. He twitches, like he’s having a bad dream. One of his arms is flung over his head onto the pillow, and his other shoulder is bound with gauze. My gaze snags on the long scar that curves across his abdomen then disappears under the covers.
A low moan escapes his throat, and I freeze. There’s a wad of parchment sticking out from beneath his pillow.
My pulse thunders in my ears. There’s a slight shake in my hand as I reach for it. He turns his head on the pillow, and warm breath tickles my skin. His dark hair is inches from my knuckles. I start to ease it from beneath him.
Blake’s eyes snap open. The wolf blazes behind them.
I snatch the parchment. He grabs me and rolls me over, so I’m on my back on his mattress with my arms pinned above my head. He straddles my hips. The shadows seem to darken around us.
The part of him coiled around me feels feral, like it did in the chapel A snarl builds in his throat.
“Blake!” I struggle beneath him. “Blake! Stop!”