Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401

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I had been in the clinic for approximately three hours when Kael arrived.

I knew it was him before he came through the door because the quality of attention in the corridor changed – that specific shift that happened when the Alpha moved through spaces, the pack’s ambient awareness adjusting around his presence the way water adjusted around something moving through it. I’d been learning to feel it, the edge of the bond giving me information about his proximity in ways I was still getting used to.

He came through the door carrying two things.

The first thing was a stack of books. Wrapped in plain paper, bound with twine, approximately six volumes by the thickness of the stack, with a note tucked under the twine that I could see was written in his handwriting from across the room.

The second thing was rope.

Not the soft equipment rope Nina had used. Different rope-slightly thicker, more substantial, the kind that would hold a knot significantly better than what had been in the cabinet.

He stopped in the doorway and assessed the room. Ivory in the bed, working hand occupied with the botanical text, the wrapped stack from the bag beside her. Me in the chair. The junior healers at their stations. Jordan at the foot of the bed where he’d been for most of the morning.

His gaze went to the rope in his own hand. Then to the cabinet where Nina’s rope was stored.

‘Someone already-” he started.

‘She’s been managed,” Jordan said.

‘Partially managed,” Ivory said, without looking up from the botanical text.

Adequately managed,” Nina said, coming in from the inner doorway where she’d been reviewing documentation, and then she aw the rope in Kael’s hand and stopped.

Something happened to Nina’s face.

had been in Shadowmere long enough to have seen Nina’s range of expressions, which was not enormous but was carefully curated the professional neutral, the assessment expression, the specific flatness of someone stating an uncomfortable tact, the are genuine warmth that appeared in moments she didn’t fully control. I had not, until this moment, seen Nina lose a battle with her own composure.

She looked at Kael. At the rope. At the cabinet where her rope was. Back at Kael.

The sound that came out of her was not the dignified acknowledgment of a security chief noting a coincidence. It was a laugh An actual laugh, the real unmanaged version, that arrived before she’d had any opportunity to intercept it and lasted approximately four seconds before she got control of it and compressed it into something more professional

She pressed her hand over her mouth. Her shoulders were still moving

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Kael looked at her. “What.”

“Nothing.” Nina said, in the voice of someone for whom nothing was covering a great deal.

“Why do you have-” he started, looking at the cabinet.

“Standard securing equipment,” Jordan said, to the ceiling. “For patient safety purposes.”

“You brought rope,” Ivory said, and her voice had found the register she used when she’d arrived at a complete picture and didn’t like any part of it. She was looking at Kael directly now, the botanical text lowered. “You came to a conversation you were going to ask me to have with you, and you brought rope.”

“I had concerns,” Kael said, “about your availability for the conversation.”

“My availability,” Ivory said.

“Your historical pattern,” he said, “of becoming unavailable for conversations you’ve decided you don’t want to have.”

“I don’t do that,” Ivory said.

Jordan made a sound.

“I don’t,” Ivory said. “I have never deliberately-”

“The treaty negotiation with the Ashford pack,” Kael said. “Three years ago. You developed a sudden urgent need to check on al patient in the eastern ward at the exact moment the conversation reached the part about your clinic’s security protocols.”

“That patient had a genuine-”

“The patient was asleep,” Kael said. “And had been asleep for six hours. The night healer confirmed it.”

“I had reason to believe-”

“The coalition dietary review meeting,” Kael said. “Eighteen months ago. You were there for the first forty minutes and then the meeting notes show you left due to a clinic emergency. What was the emergency?”

Ivory was quiet for a moment.

“What was the emergency,” Kael repeated.

“There was a situation,” Ivory said, “that required my professional attention.”

“Margo’s notes from that day show no clinic emergencies,” he said. “Margo documents everything.”

“Margo is extremely thorough,” Ivory said, in the tone of someone finding this quality less admirable than usual.

“The conversation with Jordan last spring,” Kael said, “about your compensation structure and whether you were taking adequate rest periods. You left that conversation four times for clinic-related reasons and it took three weeks to complete a discussion that should have taken twenty minutes.”

“Those were all genuine-”

“I brought rope,” Kael said simply. “As a precaution.”

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