LOGINI remember him once telling me that the Gordons had always given birth to the most courageous people in the world—that courage wasn’t just something they admired, it was something woven into their very blood, something no one in their lineage had ever betrayed by turning their back on an enemy.Back then, his words had felt distant, almost unreal, like they belonged to a legacy I wasn’t sure I had any claim to.But now, as he looks at me with that steady, unmistakable pride—his eyes brighter, his shoulders straighter—I can’t help but wonder if this is what he sees.Not doubt. Not hesitation. But certainty.As if, in this moment, I have finally become everything the Gordon name stands for.The daughter who stood her ground. The daughter who chose to fight. The daughter who didn’t just live up to his legacy—but made him prouder than he had ever expected to be.The thought should make me feel proud.Instead, it sits heavy in my chest—like a weight I don’t quite know how to carry.Because
The next morning, I don’t give myself the luxury of overthinking.I shower, throw on a pair of denim jeans and a plain white top, and tie my hair back into a quick ponytail.The flight to Raventon is long, and I’d much rather be in sensible shoes than struggle through it in heels I’m still not used to wearing.When I head downstairs, I’m caught off guard to find Lucas and Nora already waiting in the dining room. And not just them—on the laptop placed on the oak table, Mom, Dad, and my other two brothers are all staring straight at me.Right. Totally not strange at all.“Good morning, sis,” Levi says from the screen, waving a hand and smiling softly. “Ready to take on the world, I see.” He teases, and I’m glad he does, because the tension in the air feels almost choking.I smile at everyone. “Hi, guys. What is this about?”“You’re asking us that?” Amber says, her brows knitting together, worry etched so deeply into her face it almost makes her look unwell. “We should be the ones asking
Even long after Griffin turns and drives away, my heart keeps racing like it's going to burst out of my chest.I continue to stand there, pressed against the wall, not able to think of anything but the words he painted in my head.What did he mean by "figure it out yourself"? What was he talking about?Was that something he said sarcastically? Or did he actually mean what he said? Was there really a mystery that I was supposed to uncover?I squeeze my eyes shut and drag in a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.It doesn't help.I don't know what's happening to me—why my body reacts the way it does every time he's near. It's like my senses sharpen, my skin prickles, and my mind goes blank, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.It's terrifying.And yet...I don't hate it.I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away. Now is not the time to get distracted.I need to focus.I need to prepare for tom
I'm not surprised that he learned of my plan in less than a day. It's no foreign knowledge that Lucas and he are close—secrets don’t stay secrets for long when it comes to them. What I didn’t expect was this reaction.This… intensity.I mean, even if he cares about me—and I know he does, I’ve seen it in the way he shows up, in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention—considering the time we’ve spent together, intimately at that, we’ve been nothing more than friends. At most.That’s the line I drew. The one I never let either of us cross, no matter how blurred things got.Because naming it something else would mean acknowledging things I’m not ready to face.And friends don’t react like this.They don’t look at you like you’ve betrayed them just because you didn’t keep them updated.They don’t carry this kind of
[Elara]Griffin doesn't even blink at my surprise.He simply stares at the wet patch and the very exposed black bra underneath as if that's the source of all the evil in the world.For a moment, it's as if the entire restaurant has faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in this awkward, charged silence. His expression, though unreadable, holds a hint of something—amusement? Disapproval? I can't tell, and that uncertainty gnaws at me, making my pulse race even faster.Then, with the kind of practiced elegance that makes me feel way more flustered than I already am, he shrugs off his jacket, drapes it over my shoulders, and buttons it up, covering me completely."Thank you," I whisper, adjusting the lapels. The jacket is way too big on me, and it smells like him—crisp, expensive, and just a little too intoxicating. But I don't mind. I appreciate the gesture, if anything. "I'll have it returned once I'm done."He doesn't even acknowledge the offer.Instead, he reaches down, grabs
So close. So close to spilling everything and emptying my heart in front of her.But then I stop. I want to tell her everything, but I know that would mean pulling her into the war I’m about to start.Sarah has been kind to me—a friend I’ve always needed—and I can’t repay that kindness by dragging her into my mess.Maybe when everything is over—when I’m done crushing the Blackwoods into the depths of hell—I’ll invite her out for a nice evening and finally tell her everything.She would be mad, sure, but she would be safe.And right now, that’s all I want for her.“Wait. It’s not about Dr. Wolfe, is it?” she asks, unintentionally giving me a way out.I grab onto the generous opportunity for dear life.I frown. “Dammit. Is it written on my face? How did you guess it so well?”She looks at me for a second with a serious expression, as
I’m about to knock when another thought occurs to me.What if… what if they’re already asleep?It is kind of late to disturb someone in the middle of the night, isn’t it?I step back, letting out a sigh.“It’s okay,” I say to myself. “Just a few more hours, and then I’ll finally be able to see her.”
[Damon]By the time I make it back home, it’s already noon.Lost in my own head, I don’t even realize when I bump into someone.I pull back to focus on the person standing in front of me and realize it’s Johnson, my grandparents’ bodyguard and driver.Before I can say anything, he opens his mouth.
[Damon]I turn around, trying to spot Elara, but all I see are faces that look nothing like hers.It doesn’t help that the lights are still turned off, the darkness making it even harder to find her.“Come on, Elara! Don’t play this game with me now.”My heart… it’s racing so fast I can’t explain i
“Elara,” Mom whimpers. “What happened to you? Why are you being like this?”I roll my eyes. Doesn’t she know this act of hers—playing the caring mother—grew old a long time ago? It sickens me now, the way she’s always tried to manipulate me with those tears and that fake sadness, the kind that come







