Chapter: Chapter 23: The DateIris didn't move.Her eyes remained fixed on the tiny engraving.The date.Her date.There was no way.She turned the metal piece over in her hand.Nothing.She checked again.Same date.Her birthday.Why would a piece of evidence recovered from an attack on Cassian's mansion carry her birth date?Her thoughts raced.Her father.The hospital.The heart.The symbol.Cassian.None of it made sense.And somehow...It all seemed connected.She pushed herself away from the door.No.She wasn't going to stand here waiting for answers.If Cassian wouldn't give them to her...She'd find them herself.---The hallway was almost empty.Most of the guards had been pulled toward the eastern wing after the explosion.Iris moved quietly.Not sneaking.She didn't need to.After five years in this mansion, she knew every corridor.Every staircase.Every blind spot.She reached the study.The door was slightly open.She stopped.Cassian never left his study open.Not after midnight.Not after an attac
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Chapter: Chapter 22 : The Things He Never Said."We need to talk about the night you were born." Iris stared at him. For a moment, she genuinely wondered if she'd heard him correctly. "My birth?" Cassian stared at her blankly. She looked down at the small piece of metal sitting in her palm. The serpent wrapped around the heart. Then back at him. "You've known about this." "I've known things." Her eyes narrowed. "That's not the same answer." "It is the only one you're getting right now." She scoffed. "Of course." She turned away from him. Five years. Five years of being in this man's house. Five years of following his rules. Five years of being told just enough to keep her alive and never enough to understand why. And apparently... it had all started before she could even remember. "Why didn't you tell me?" Cassian remained silent. She turned back. "Look at me." His eyes lifted to hers. Something about the way he looked at her made her confidence falter for half a second. Not because he was frighteni
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Chapter: Chapter 21: The memory.Iris didn't sleep eyes stared half closed at the ceiling. Every time her eyes closed, the same thing happened. Darkness. Then—white. Her eyes snapped open again. She stared at the ceiling. Her breathing was slow. Controlled. She had learned how to control her breathing years ago. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Again. She closed her eyes. Nothing happened. For a few seconds... nothing. Then—a sound. A faint beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. Her body went completely still. She didn't know that sound. At least... she didn't think she did. Beep. Beep. Beep. Suddenly, the darkness behind her eyelids changed. White walls. Too bright. A ceiling light burning directly above her. Her head felt heavy. Her body felt strangely small. She tried to move. Nothing. A voice came from somewhere beside her. "She's awake." Iris's eyes flew open. She sat upright so quickly the room spun. Her hand pressed against her chest. Her heart was pounding. "No..." She looked around her bedroom. Nothing.
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Chapter: Chapter 20 : The Missing Memory.The room had emptied.Only two guards remained near the door while the technicians continued working at the computers. But the chaos from earlier had faded into something worse.Silence.Iris sat on the edge of a chair, staring at the floor.Someone was looking for me.The words she'd spoken still echoed in her head. She didn't know why she'd said them. She didn't know where the thought had come from. It had simply appeared. Like a memory she'd forgotten she had.Her fingers slowly tightened around the fabric of her trousers.She hated that feeling. Not knowing. Not understanding.For five years, she'd trained herself to remember everything. Every face. Every exit. Every weapon. Every lesson Cassian had forced into her head. Nothing was supposed to slip past her.Yet somehow... a symbol had. A voice had. And now a silhouette."You're thinking too loudly."Iris looked up.Cassian stood near the window. His jacket was gone, leaving him in the same dark shirt he'd worn during the attack.
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Chapter: Chapter 19: Looking for me.The room was too quiet. Just the beeping. Soft. Rhythmic. The only proof the monitors were still alive. Iris stood near the doorway, arms crossed, watching. Cassian hadn't moved in almost a minute. Not even when another monitor flickered and went black. The men around him kept working. Low voices. Tight voices. "Firewall's holding on the eastern servers." "We've isolated the breach." "Not completely." "Then isolate it completely." Cassian's voice. Calm. Too calm. He should be angry. He should be something. But he wasn't. He just stood there, staring at the screens like they owed him answers. Iris shifted her weight. Her legs ached. Her wrist was still sore from where he'd grabbed her. She could still feel his fingers there. Like a brand. What are we still doing here? The mansion had been attacked. People were hurt. Maybe dead. Someone had ripped through Cassian's security like it was nothing. And he looked... irritated. Like someone had interrupted his dinner. Not t
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Last man standing.Cassian's grip never loosened around her wrist.He pulled her through the smoke-filled hallway. His strides were long — she stumbled twice just trying to keep up. The floor was slick with something she didn't want to identify.Guards rushed past them so fast that their faces blurred. "Medic!""Secure the west corridor!""We've lost contact with Team Three!"Smoke curled into her nose. She tasted ash at the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and her lungs burned with every breath.She coughed. A wet, hacking sound.Despite her vigorously coughing by his side Cassian didn't stop.‘Where are we going?’‘What is happening?’He didn't answer the questions she couldn't ask out loud.He just shoved open a pair of heavy steel doors. That's when she realised they had made it to another wing of the mansion.The room swallowed them whole.Iris blinked, her vision adjusting.Screens, dozens of them, covering an entire wall from floor to ceiling. Blue light flickering. Images jumping from camer
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Fragile bones, iron hearts.
Devane doesn't do family. She does territory.
As the ruthless leader of a notorious biker gang, she's built her reputation on cold eyes and colder decisions.
She takes what she wants and never looks back.
Sentiment is weakness. Love is a liability. The only soft thing she's ever allowed herself is the tattoo on her wrist—a faded, ghostly handprint she never explains. A debt she can't repay.
Clarisse is unravelling. A ballerina forged in pressure and perfection, she controls the one thing no one else can: her body.
Every skipped meal is a small victory. Every sharp bone is proof of discipline. She doesn't need saving. She doesn't need anyone. She's fine. She's always fine.
Then a wedding neither of them wanted makes them family.
Thrust under the same roof, Devane and Clarisse are now cousins by marriage—and enemies by instinct.
Devane is chaos and cigarette smoke, cold and unapologetic.
Clarisse is silence and uneaten dinners, a girl folding inward. They clash at every turn. Devane thinks Clarisse is a fragile little princess playing at suffering. Clarisse thinks Devane is a brute who takes up too much space.
But the tension between them is a living thing. And it's growing.
Every slammed door. Every lingering stare. Every accidental touch that lasts a second too long. Devane finds herself watching Clarisse in ways that have nothing to do with family.
Clarisse finds herself craving a danger she's spent her whole life avoiding.
Neither of them is ready for what happens when hatred starts to feel like hunger.
And neither of them knows that this isn't the first time their lives have collided.
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Chapter: Chapter 10: Ella.Clarisse nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak.Ella kept talking. Something about a date. Something about riding on the back of the motorcycle. Something about how Devane's hands felt on her waist. Clarisse heard fragments, pieces, the words slicing through her like glass.She'd thought—stupidly, pathetically—that the moment in the kitchen had meant something. The handhold. The whispered okay. The way Devane had looked at her like she was the only person in the world.But Devane had disappeared for a week. And now she was texting Ella. Taking Ella on rides. Putting her hands on Ella's waist.Clarisse was nothing. Just the stepsister in the other room. Just the girl who'd bandaged her ribs and thrown a wrench and held her hand in the kitchen.Stupid, she thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid."I have to go," she said abruptly. "Class.""Oh, okay! Text me later. And tell Devane I said hi!"Clarisse walked away. Her legs were numb. Her chest was hollow. The hallway stretched on forever, f
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The distance.She hadn't seen Devane for a week.Not at breakfast. Not in the hallways of the too-big house. Only once at a compulsory family dinner. The days blurred together—grey light through the windows, the distant roar of the motorcycle at odd hours, the creak of floorboards that might have been Devane or might have been the house settling. Clarisse couldn't tell anymore.The morning after the garage, she'd woken to an empty kitchen. The coffee she'd made sat cold in the pot. The apple was still on the table, brown and withered. Devane's water bottle was gone too.Clarisse had stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty doorway where Devane had stood, where Devane had held her hand, where Devane had whispered okay like it was a promise. Then she'd walked to school on autopilot, her feet bandaged, her chest hollow.She didn't see Devane that day. Or the next. Or the next.Aunt Helena asked about the bruises on Devane's face at dinner one night—"What happened, darling? Were you in an a
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Message Received.She walked to the kitchen. Her bare feet slapped the cold tile.Then she heard it.A crash from the garage—metal on concrete, a sharp clang that echoed through the walls. Then a grunt. Male. Deep. Then another crash, louder, followed by Devane's voice, low and cold."You picked the wrong night."The unmistakable sound of a fist hitting flesh.Clarisse's hand froze on the refrigerator handle. Her heart stopped. Then slammed against her ribs so hard she felt it in her throat.She was moving before she could think. Her bare feet slapped the hallway floor. The garage door was slightly ajar—Devane hadn't latched it—and Clarisse pushed it open with both hands.The garage was chaos.Devane's motorcycle lay on its side. The mirror had snapped off and skidded across the concrete. A metal shelf had collapsed—wrenches, screwdrivers, paint cans scattered like shrapnel. The single overhead bulb swung wildly on its cord, throwing shadows that lurched and spun and made everything look like a nightma
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Psycho step sister.The neighborhood was quiet. Manicured lawns. Sprinklers hissing. A dog barking somewhere in the distance. Devane walked with her hands in her pockets, shoulders hunched, pace slow. Clarisse walked beside her, biting inside her cheeks and glanced at her through her side eye. The silence between them was heavy but not hostile. Like a bruise that hadn't decided whether to heal or spread.They reached a small park at the end of the street. It was empty. A swing set. A rusted slide. Devane sat on one of the swings and pulled out a cigaretteand lit it. The smoke curled upward and vanished into the grey sky.Clarisse sat on the swing next to her. The chains creaked."I don't know why I stay with him," Clarisse said quietly. The confession came out of nowhere. She hadn't planned it. Hadn't even known it was true until the words left her mouth. "He's—everyone thinks he's perfect. Basketball captain. Good grades. My aunt loves him. The school loves him. We're supposed to be the 'it' couple."
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Chapter: Chapter Six: How's That Your problem?"Marcus— " "What?""I don't—I'm not in the mood." She whispered her eyes avoiding his all the while.pHe stared at her for a long moment. His eyes flickered—annoyance, confusion, then a practiced patience that was somehow worse than anger. "Okay. Fine. No problem." He held up his hands like she'd accused him of something. "We don't have to do anything. I'm not a monster.""I didn't say you were.""You're acting like I am." He stood up, brushing crumbs from his jacket. "Look, I'm gonna go. I've got practice in an hour anyway. We'll talk later when you're not so..." He gestured vaguely at her. "You know."When you're not so crazy. When you're not so difficult. When you're not so you.He leaned down and kissed her forehead. It was the kind of kiss you gave a child. Or a pet. Or a possession you were done playing with."Text me later," he said. "And eat something, alright? You're starting to look sick."He was gone before she could respond. The front door clicked shut. The house fell sil
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Chapter: Chapter Five : What He TakesThe sun poured through the windows —golden and warm and obscenely cheerful. Clarisse dragged herself out of bed at ten, her body a sack of broken glass. Her eyes were sandpaper. Her jaw ached from clenching all night. Her hair hung in greasy ropes around her face, and she didn't care. She couldn't care. Caring required energy she didn't have.She shuffled to the bathroom and gripped the sink with both hands. The mirror was a traitor. It showed her everything—the purple smudges under her eyes, the chapped lips, the hollows in her cheeks that still weren't hollow enough. She stared at her reflection until it blurred, then she turned the faucet to cold and splashed water on her face. The shock hit her skin like a slap. She gasped. Did it again. Harder.Pretending is the only thing keeping my hands off you.The words surfaced in her mind and she shoved them down. Down, down, down. She had to. Marcus was coming at noon. Marcus always came on Saturdays.She pressed her forehead to the mirro
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