Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 633

Chapter 633

KILLIAN

"She knows the estate," Ivory said. "Better than Cassium knows she knows. She's been mapping it since she was old enough to move through it. She knows the staff rotations and the security configurations and the ventilation systems." She paused. "She's extraordinarily capable for someone in her circumstances."

"And extraordinarily dangerous," I said.

"Yes," Ivory said. "The capacity she's developed for her survival doesn't turn off because the situation changes. She'll assess us the same way she's assessed every other person who's approached her — as a potential threat to be managed."

"Aria wants to save her," I said.

"I know," Ivory said.

"What do you think Clara will do with that," I said.

Ivory was quiet for a moment.

"I think," she said carefully, "that a fifteen-year-old who's been in Clara's specific environment doesn't have access to the version of themselves that responds to being saved. That response requires having been the kind of child who was save-able. Clara was never that child." She paused. "What she has access to is the version of herself that responds to genuine respect. To being treated as someone with capacity and intelligence and value that isn't contingent on what she can provide."

"Which is what Aria will do," I said.

"Aria will try to save her," Ivory said. "And the saving attempt will fail. And in the failure, if Aria is paying attention, she'll find the thing that actually works."

"The respect," I said.

"The recognition," Ivory said. "There's a difference. Saving someone requires you to be stronger. Recognizing someone requires you to be honest."

I sat with this.

The nightbloom was luminescent around us.

"The team for the estate," I said.

"You, Kael, and Jordan," she confirmed.

"Fifty werewitches," I said.

"Reduced to approximately twenty during the meeting window," she said. "With the compound disorientation affecting sensory capacity."

"Twenty werewitches," I said.

"Jordan is very good in tight situations," she said.

"Jordan expressed strong opinions about werewitches," I said.

"Jordan's opinions about werewitches are accurate and also not relevant to his capacity to function in their presence," she said. "He's been in worse situations."

"The blackberry incident," I said.

She looked at me.

"Nina mentioned it," I said.

"Don't ask about the blackberry incident," she said.

"I wasn't going to," I said.

"Good," she said.

We were quiet for a moment.

"My role in the estate infiltration," I said.

"You know the role," she said.

"Tell me again," I said. "From your perspective."

She looked at the nightbloom.

"You have a specific quality," she said, "that Kael and Jordan don't have, which is the rogue wolf's relationship with operating outside pack structure. You can move through spaces differently. You don't orient toward the Alpha in ways that are visible to the people watching. You look like someone who doesn't belong to anyone, which in Cassium's estate during a political meeting is — useful."

"I look like a free agent," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"Which is what I was," I said.

"What you were," she said. "Yes."

The distinction was small and she'd made it deliberately.

"I'm not anymore," I said.

"No," she said. "You're not."

I looked at her profile.

At the specific quality of her face in the nightbloom light — the exhaustion she was carrying and the competence and the thing underneath both of them that was Ivory specifically, the person who'd been fighting for twelve years and was still here arguing about moon daggers and werewitches and a fifteen-year-old who might or might not choose correctly.

"Ivory," I said.

"Don't," she said.

"I haven't said anything yet," I said.

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