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Calla's POVMy phone rang four times before I could even put down my tea on Jade’s counter, the name in each message flashing up one after another as everyone had simultaneously hit send.Daven: We need to talk. Tonight.Calix: Whatever you’ve heard, allow me to explain first.Knox: Told them. Was never going to let you hold it all yourself anyway.Soren: I apologize. For everything. You deserve to hear everything from my mouth.As the last message faded off the screen, I remained glued to the spot with a mug of now-cold tea in my hand. The more I read them, the less sense they made."What's wrong?" Jade appeared in the doorway, towel still in her hands from the dishes, reading my face the way she always did before I'd said a single word out loud."I don't know." My voice came out thin. "Something happened. All four of them are texting me at once, and none of it makes sense without whatever context I'm missing."Jade crossed the kitchen fast, phone-free hand landing on my shoulder, st

Soren's POVThree sets of eyes locked onto me, and I understood, standing there with my own silence hanging in the air like an accusation, that I had exactly one choice left to actually make.Tell them. Or keep carrying it alone the way I'd carried it for eleven years, watching it rot everything it touched from the inside while I told myself silence was somehow safer than the truth."Soren." Daven's voice again, quieter now, careful in a way that scared me more than anger would have. "Whatever this is. I need you to say it."My hands had started shaking. I pressed them flat against my own thighs, an old trick from residency, grounding myself the way you learn to when a patient's chart tells you something you have to say out loud whether the family is ready to hear it or not."The bond reached me first," I said.Nobody moved. Nobody breathed, from what I could tell, the whole room gone so still that I heard my own pulse hammering in my ears louder than any of the words I still had left

Calix's POVThe room split in half before the rest of us could get another breath.Daven moved first, three rapid strides toward Knox as if his body had already made up its mind about something his brain was still chewing on. Anger and grief twisted into his face as one.I wasn’t even sure which one had pushed him to act first. I stayed exactly where I was, rooted to the same spot on the carpet, because some ugly, immediate part of me had already sorted Knox's confession into a box labeled worse than mine, and I hated myself for doing math like that in a moment that deserved better from all of us.“You let pack corner her. In our house. And left her.” Daven's voice had roughed, cracked in a way I'd heard him sound twice before."I did." Knox didn't flinch from it, didn't soften it, didn't offer a single word of cushioning to make it easier for Daven to hear."How do we even begin to..." Daven stopped himself, dragging a hand down his face, and for a second he just stood there, breathi

Daven's POV"Everyone. Now. My study." That was the full message I sent to three people at once without explanation, and within eleven minutes, all three of them stood in front of me, and that told me how deep into this we already were in a way nothing I could have put into words could.Calix arrived first, jaw tightened, his tie a full inch loosened from its knot as though he’d half-pulled it off himself in the car.Soren was just a moment behind him, still, watchful, already loitering near the door. Knox arrived third, sawdust coating his forearms. He just leaned on the wall and waited for someone else to start."Mara," I said, no preamble, watching all three of their faces for the reaction. "Say it out loud so I know none of us are imagining this.""Mara," Calix repeated, flat, and something in his voice cracked right down the middle of the word. "I've had my own account frozen since last night. Locked out of the discretionary fund an hour after I started tracing it back to her.""

Calla’s POVThe email was already sitting in my inbox before I had even set my coffee down; the subject line clinical enough that it wouldn’t have looked out of place to anyone who hadn’t spent the last three years teaching themselves how to read a threat that hid behind the guile of paperwork.'Notice of Internal Review - Onboarding Documentation.' I read it twice, standing, my coat still half on, and felt that icy lurch in my stomach I had begun to recognise as a warning system in itself. Sharper than any fear, quieter than any panic, the distinctly surreal sensation of watching a trap spring from a very safe distance before it actually popped shut.The email cited irregularities in my onboarding paperwork. Discrepancies in employment history verification. A flag on my previous address that couldn’t be located in any HR database. Which made a baffling amount of sense to me and to precisely nobody in that building, as my previous address in the system was a pack compound which most

Calix’s POVThree transfers, two shell accounts, one very illegal favor called in from a man who owed me more than he'd ever admit to owing me out loud, and not a single one of it on paper by the time I finished at 03:40. I sat in the darkness of my own office while the confirmation screens blinked out one by one and told myself it was strategy. Told myself a man protecting his own trail before an enemy got to it first was merely playing the game, and I knew as I was saying it that I was lying to myself just like I'd been lying to myself for the last three years on a hundred smaller issues. I'd started this. That was the thing I kept circling back to at 3 AM with a glass of something expensive warming in my hand on my desk, turning it over like a stone I couldn't put back down. Mara had built the gun. Nyx had pulled the trigger. The target had been mine to select, and I had selected him years ago, drunk on my own resentment, calling it justice. Providing Nyx with exactly the oppor