Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583

ARIA

"You were bored," he said.

"And I couldn't sleep," she said. "So. Tada."

He looked at the table. At the organized rows of vials, at the scale of what she'd produced in a single night, at the specific efficiency of someone who'd been doing trials and refinements for long enough that the final execution was mostly muscle memory.

"You created the cure in one night," he said.

"I've been working toward it for months," she said. "Last night was the final assembly. I knew the formula. I had the components. It was just—" she paused. "Putting it together."

"Ivory," he said.

"We don't have the two weeks," she said, and her voice shifted into the mode that had no room in it for argument — the specific register she used when she'd run the calculation and arrived at a conclusion and was communicating it from the position of certainty. "Hale will expect us to take two to three weeks to get our situation in order. We don't give him that window. We don't wait for him to rebuild his casting capacity and position his network and come at us on his timeline." She looked at Kael steadily. "We bring the fight to them. On our timeline."

"The root—" Kael started.

"The root has to come out," she said. "In less than a week."

The hall had filled enough that the conversation was no longer private, which I thought was possibly intentional. Ivory had a specific understanding of when to have conversations in front of people and when not to.

"Less than a week," Kael said. "Ivory, what is—"

"Having that root in you," she said, "is the equivalent of leaving an unlocked door in the middle of your foundation. Any moon child with sufficient knowledge of the activation mechanism can trigger it. It happened during the full moon incident. It will happen again. We know Hale's network has casting capacity — they lost Vela but they have others." She met his eyes. "I am not leaving that thing in you like a live wire."

"The root removal takes time to prepare," he said. "You said—"

"I've been preparing it," she said. "For three weeks. The compound work is done. The procedural architecture is mapped. Aria understands the mechanism." She paused. "What we need first is the pack. We need them to have their wolves before the root comes out, so that if the removal attempt has complications — if we need to try more than once — we're not doing it with a suppressed pack and a degraded defensive structure."

"Complications," I said.

Ivory looked at me. The assessment ran, the way it always did, the healer's inventory that never fully stopped.

"The removal is complex," she said. "Removing a root that's been embedded in Kael's bond architecture for three years — the precision required is significant. If the first attempt isn't clean, we need a pack that can hold the line while we recover and try again." She paused. "Not after the war. After the war, it'll be too late. We do this now, with everything we have, before Hale has a chance to reset."

The hall was quiet.

Then Edna — one of the elders, the small woman who'd been in this pack since before Kael's father's time and had an opinion about most things and the standing to express it — said:

"We're fucking humans. Are we supposed to hide in the bunker? Is this an emergency relocation situation?"

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