Arthur’s POV
The necklace was probably ash by now.
I could picture it: charred velvet, fractured sapphire, the gold chain curling in the heat like a dying thing. I didn’t need proof. I knew Brielle well enough by now to know what she’d do.
She was proud. Righteous. Loyal to a fault.
But even fire couldn’t erase a message once it had sunk into the mind.
And mine had landed exactly where I wanted it to.
The mind always opened faster than the body. And once it did, everything else followed.
Even wolves forgot that.
But I never did.
She would burn the box, but the words would stay. You should be worn like this. Beautiful. Adored. Powerful. Signed with nothing more than an A.
The note had been simple. Intimate. Calculated to feel both possessive and admiring, just enough to unnerve wi
