LOGINAlex’s POVThe house looked smaller than I remembered.I stood across the street, in the shadow of the oak tree I’d climbed as a kid, and stared at it. The same faded brick, the same chipped white porch step, the same mailbox leaning slightly to the left. It hadn’t changed. But everything inside it had. Everything about it had. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t coming home. I was coming to get the truth.It was late afternoon. The sky was that soft, bruised orange that settles over the suburbs right before dark. No one was outside. No cars passed. Just me, standing there, my hands clenched at my sides, my heart beating so hard it felt like it was pounding against my throat. I’d told Emily I needed to do this alone. She’d tried to argue — I saw it in her eyes, the fear, the worry — but she’d nodded and squeezed my hand. Be careful. Whatever he says… it doesn’t make it okay. But listen.I crossed the street. Walked up the cracked concrete path. Stood on the step where I’d wait
Emily’s POVThe first call came two days later.We were sitting at the kitchen table, going over the files again — looking for patterns we’d missed, dates we could cross-reference — when Kara’s phone buzzed once, quiet and sharp, against the wood. She picked it up, glanced at the screen, and stood up fast, walking to the window before answering.I watched her — the way her posture shifted, the way she kept her voice low, the way she looked back at us and nodded once before ending the call. When she turned around, her face was different. Lighter, somehow. Like a weight had shifted just enough to let her breathe.“That was him,” she said, sitting back down. “The player. The one who left the team mid-season after that game against Westside. He’s ready to talk.”My heart gave a small, hopeful thud. “Really?”“He’s scared,” Kara said. “Said Will called him into the office the night before the game. Told him to ‘take it easy’ on defense. Said it would be ‘better for everyone’ if they lost b
Alex’s POVThe safe house sat tucked away at the end of a quiet street, nothing but a small brick cottage wrapped in ivy, warm light spilling through the kitchen windows. Kara pulled the door open before we even reached it, her face pale with worry, and stepped aside fast to let us in. No fanfare. No cheers. Just the quiet, heavy relief of having made it here alive.“Come in. Quick.” She locked the door behind us, throwing the deadbolt with a sharp, final click that echoed through the empty hallway. “I was starting to think… I don’t know what I was starting to think.”“We’re here,” I said, my voice rough from running. “We made it.”Pierre stood at the kitchen table, his laptop open, three screens glowing in the dim room. He looked up the moment we walked in — and his eyes went straight to Emily. To the torn hem of her dress, the smudged makeup, the exhaustion that seemed to weigh down every step. He stood slowly, pushing his chair back. “Sit. Both of you. We have coffee. Bread. Whatev
Emily’s POVThe boathouse was quiet, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I sat on the edge of the old wooden bench, knees pulled to my chest, watching the water lap gently against the posts beneath the floorboards. Alex stood by the cracked window, staring out toward the arena, his hands resting on the sill like he was holding himself back from running straight back there.“We should go,” I said softly. “We can’t stay here. It’s too close.”He didn’t turn around, but I saw his shoulders rise and fall with a slow breath. “Not yet. If we move too soon, we walk right into them. We wait until the crowds thin. Until they stop looking for us right here.”I stood up and walked over to him, peering out through the gap in the boards. The arena loomed ahead, bright and glowing against the dark sky, every window lit up like it was celebrating. But there was no music now. No laughter. Just the quiet, steady movement of people — guests being escorted out in orderly groups, guards standing at every e
Emily’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, and the silence that rushed in was louder than any scream. I stood frozen for a heartbeat, hand still on the handle, the heavy fabric of my dress tangling around my ankles. The hallway was pitch black — the lights hadn't come back on yet — and I had no idea which way led to the stairwell Julian had spoken of.West stairwell. Third door down. I unlocked it. Go — now.I took a shaky breath and started forward, one hand brushing the cold stone wall to guide me. The lace of my dress caught on the rough edges, tearing softly, but I didn't stop. Every step felt like it took forever. My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I could hear it over my own breathing.First door. Second. Third.I turned the handle — it gave way easily. Julian had kept his word. I slipped inside and started up the stairs, my shoes clicking sharply against the metal steps, the sound echoing around me like someone following close behind. I kept my hand pressed to my stoma
Alex’s POVThe fire alarm blared — high, sharp, ringing through the cold morning air — and for a heartbeat, I thought the whole building would burst open. People should’ve come pouring out, coughing, hurrying, panicking. That was the plan. Chaos. Distraction. Open doors.But nothing happened.I stood pressed against the side of the arena, binoculars still in my hand, Kael right beside me. We’d watched the signal fail — the screen lock, Will’s smirk — and now this. The alarm screamed on and on, but the doors stayed shut. No one ran. No one stumbled out.“They’re not coming,” Kael said, his voice tight. “They’re sealing it.”I watched as heavy steel bars slid across the main entrance from the inside, slow and deliberate. Guards stood at every exit, hands resting on their belts, calm, disciplined — not frantic, not scared. They were following orders. Exactly like Will trained them.“He knew,” I said, a cold knot tightening in my chest. “He expected this. Every move we make, he’s already
Emily’s POV Alex was carrying me through the pulsing club lights like I weighed nothing.One strong arm wrapped under my knees, the other supporting my back. My cheek pressed against his bare chest, still warm from where I’d collapsed into him moments ago. The bass vibrated through his body into m
Emily’s POVMy legs felt loose and heavy at the same time as I stumbled back toward the bar. The music pulsed louder in my ears, each beat slamming against my skull. Kara’s warning from moments ago still rang in my head, but I pushed it away. “Another one,” I told the bartender, slapping my hand
Emily’s POVMy body moved on its own, hips swaying harder than I ever had before, arms raised like I could push the pain out through my fingertips. The bass thumped inside my chest, matching the angry beat of my pulse. Sweat clung to my skin. The black dress rode up my thighs with every sharp turn
Emily’s POVI stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl looking back.The tight black dress Kara lent me hugged every curve, short enough to make me tug at the hem nervously. My eyes were still puffy from crying, but I’d managed to cover most of the redness with makeup. Lip glo







