Moon Cave was beautiful, in the way a gilded cage is beautiful.
Deep beneath the Carter estate, far below the wine cellar and the foundations of the ancestral home, Ethan had carved out a sanctuary. The walls were natural limestone, etched with faded runes from a time when Alphas used this space to commune with the Moon Goddess. But the floor was polished black marble, the furniture was sleek Italian leather, and the lighting was a complex array of LEDs designed to mimic the sun's cycle.
There was even an underground pool, fed by a natural spring, glowing with soft blue light.
It was luxurious. It was impregnable.
And Emily hated it.
"Three days," she murmured, pacing the length of the living area. "I haven't seen the sky in three days."
The bond hummed with her agitation—a prickly,
