Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354

Chapter 354

KAEL

I stood and moved back to the window. The training yard was still active below – I could see Aria now, which I hadn’t registered before. She was in the section of the yard she’d been using for her lunar power practice, working with the specific focused absorption that she brought to those sessions.

The progress was visible from up here she was getting better at what she was doing, people gathered around her, watching and cheering for their luna, as her hands were glowing with white lights that started from her tips to her shoulder, making her look dangerous in a sophisticated way.

I watched her for a

moment.

“Ivory told me before Sera could use it,” I said. “She put the letter on my desk before business hours so I’d find it alone. She wrote rather than telling me because she knew how I’d process it and managed the delivery accordingly.” I turned from the window.

“She did the same thing she always does, which is think about how the information is going to land before she gives it to you and arrange the delivery to minimize the damage.”

“Twelve years of practice,” Jordan said.

“More,” I said. “Since before that. Since-” I stopped. Started again. “Since we were young enough that neither of us were making good decisions but she was already thinking about how to minimize the fallout from mine.”

Jordan was quiet. He did that when I was approaching something I needed space to get to rather than being walked there.

I went back to the desk. Picked up the letter. Read the last page again, the specific paragraph about owing and debt and honest accounting.

*I’m not giving this to you as a reason. I’m giving it to you because you deserve to know the full picture.*

That was the thing. That was what separated this from what Aria had done – from the secret visit to Damon that I’d found out about publicly, in the worst possible context. Not the secrecy itself. Both of them had kept something from me. But the shape of the keeping was different.

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Aria had kept it out of fear. Out of the instinct to protect her position, to avoid the conflict that honesty would have generated.

She’d known I’d be hurt and she’d let the hurt accumulate rather than facing it directly. I’d said that to her at the trial had said she couldn’t be honest, couldn’t trust me – and that had been right, and it had been cruel as Jordan had pointed out, and both of those things were simultaneously true.

Ivory had kept it out of knowledge. Had known exactly what she was doing, had calculated the outcome, had predicted with accuracy that I would have refused if she’d told me. Had made the decision that my preference in this case was less important than my survival, and had acted on that decision with the full understanding that she was going to have to carry it without my acknowledgment.

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And then, when the time was right – when she had her memories back, when she understood the full picture herself, when Sera had produced the letter as a weapon she’d told me. Alone. In writing. With the specific care of someone who wanted me to have the full truth before anyone else could use it as a partial one.

I didn’t know yet what I felt about the original decision. The arranged bond. The letter to Blackwood’s pack.

But I knew what I felt about the telling. Me finding out now, me feeling guilty that i thought my own desperation led me to bonding with Aria when i hyad been building something and Ivory had been a saint, not demanding or causing problems in ways that it would have been justified by a jealous ex…were we even exes, we never did officially break up. After my bonding, she got amnesia that same night and back then, it felt like the situation had been managed, only to realize now that Ivory was aware of everything because she had been the one putting the pieces in place and had withheld the truth from everyone because she was self sacrificing and that was one of the things that i hated about her, hurting herself instead of hurting someone else.

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“I’m not angry,” I said, which surprised me slightly as I said it. Not because anger was unavailable there were still things to be angry about in this situation but because the dominant thing wasn’t anger. The dominant thing was something more like grief and something more like awe and something that was very old and very deep and didn’t have a clean name,

Jordan looked at me steadily. “What are you?”

“Grateful,” I said, and the word arrived with more certainty than I’d expected. “And sad. And- I stopped, because the next word was one I wasn’t sure I should say out loud but Jordan was Jordan and had been in my corner since before I’d known I needed someone in it.

“I think I’ve been underestimating what I owe her. Not in the way she told me not to think

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about it. Not as a debt. But as – as understanding. As actually seeing what it cost.”

Jordan was quiet for a moment. “She told you not to make it about owing her.”

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“I know,” I said. “I’m not making it about that. I’m making it about me having looked at what the curse years cost her and not seen the full picture. Because she was always

she always made it look like she was fine. Like she was managing. Like the cost was something she’d accounted for and was paying without complaint because complaint wasn’t how she did things.”

I set the letter down. “I should have looked harder.”

“You were also deteriorating,” Jordan said, which was gentle in the way he was gentle when he was offering an honest check on self-criticism.

“You weren’t in a condition to see everything clearly. That’s not an excuse, it’s just a fact.”

“It’s a fact,” I agreed. “And it’s also true that I should have looked harder.”

Jordan didn’t argue with that. He just stood there being Jordan, which was its own form of

support.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

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