Bailey’s POV
The courtyard was cloaked in shadow, the kind of silence that made secrets feel safe. My laughter broke it, low and deliberate, curling into the night like smoke. Kane was waiting for me—the rogue werecoyote, lean and restless, eyes gleaming with feral amusement. He wasn’t Phantom, but he was a distraction, a body to lean against while I plotted.
I pressed my back to the stone wall, savoring the cool bite against my skin. “It’s working,” I whispered, tasting the words like honey. “Better than I imagined.”
Kane's grin widened. “What is?”
I tilted my head, savoring the thought. "My plan to destroy Maryelle and Phantom’s relationship. And once I'm done, I’ll do what I always do—save Phantom. He’ll turn to me, and like a moth to a flame, he’ll choose me. This time I’m no
