Chapter 141

Kade

She told me everything.

She stood with her back against the door and told it all, the whole of it, while Imogen knelt on the floor in front of me with her fingers on my throat and didn’t move, and I sat on the edge of the bed with my shirt off and listened.

The candle. The first dream, the night after the council, a candle on a stone shelf and a burned hand turning a dark blade, and a voice saying there you are. Waking with her palm burning. The smell of smoke in her hair, and Ivy in the doorway asking who had had a candle in the room. The other dreams after that. The river. The humming. The window she had opened to let the smell out, and the nights she had lain awake afterward listening to me breathe through a wall, so that she wouldn’t dream again.

Then Sloane. A night in the woods with Imogen. Tessa on the lawn in her nightdress with her bare feet in the frost, standing under the window of the Luna’s rooms. Clean soles. Candle smoke on h