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DURRELLI don't know how long I stayed awake after that. An hour, maybe two. Eventually someone brought food I didn't touch, and left when I made it clear I had no idea what she'd said to me.Nobody spoke English unless it was the man from the window, and even he rationed it like it cost him something. Nobody explained anything. Every time I asked about Ariana, I got the same blank patience, the kind that isn't cruelty, just a wall with better manners.Eventually I stopped asking. Not because I'd stopped wanting to know, but because I understood they weren't going to tell me, and asking had started to feel like handing them something.I learned his name was Tanis. I didn't get much else out of him that first week, except one thing that mattered more than anything he could have told me about Ariana."What happens if I leave?" I asked him, once I was steady enough to stand at the window instead of the bed.He didn't turn around. "Nothing.""Nothing?""You will not leave.""That's not w
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DURRELLThe room smells like leather and something faintly metallic, and I understand maybe one word in five of what's being said around this table.Matrov sits at the head of it, speaking in Veyr to a man I don't recognize, something about a shipment and a signature and a name that gets repeated with weight each time. Tanis leans slightly toward me. "He's asking whether the Feros family will sign," he murmurs in English. "Watch his hands, not his mouth."I watch the man's hands. They're still. "He's lying," I say.Tanis doesn't look at me, but something in his jaw shifts. Approval, maybe. It's the closest thing to it he ever shows.This is my fifth meeting in three weeks. I understand fragments of the language now, enough to follow the shape of a conversation if it moves slowly, enough to catch my name inside a sentence I otherwise can't follow. They call me Leontes, Kraven, never Durrell, not here. And it has been three weeks already, but it feels like three lifetimes.***The day
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VICTORThe first thing I hear is the steady beeping of a machine. The second thing I feel is pain, everywhere, in my chest, my arms, and my throat. Even breathing feels like work.I open my eyes and light floods my vision, for several seconds, I can't make sense of anything. I try to move, but my body refuses.Then I notice her. Selene is sitting beside the bed, her head resting against the mattress, both hands wrapped around one of mine as she sleeps.For a moment I simply stare at her. Her hair is slightly disheveled, with shadows under her eyes, and she looks exhausted.How long has she been sitting there? I don't know. I try to remember. The jet, Beatrice, the street, the boy, the pain, and Selene's voice. Then nothing.My heart beats harder, not from fear, but from something else. Then that warmth returns, the same one from the jet, only stronger now. Much stronger.I know this feeling, I've known it before. Many years ago, before responsibility became more important than desire.
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VICTORI don't know what day it is, and I don't know where I am. I don't even know whether my eyes are open or closed anymore.Everything comes in pieces. First it’s a voice, a flash of white, the sound of a machine, pain, then darkness.I surface again, and I hear someone talking nearby."...family?"A woman's voice answers. "Yes."I know that voice. Even through the fog in my head, I know it. It’s Selene.I sink back into the darkness, and for some reason, that answer stays with me.Yes. Family.The word settles somewhere inside me. I don't know why it feels strange. I've spent most of my life surrounded by family, blood, names, obligations, people who shared my surname and people who expected something from it.Yet somehow, hearing Selene claim that place feels different. It feels warm and almost comforting.I haven't had someone boss me around like that in years, except for Durrell, and not intentionally. He never understood that I allowed him more freedom than anyone else because
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SELENE"Victor, you're sweating, your heart's racing, you're dizzy, you're nauseous, and you nearly collapsed.""I'm still not taking my shirt off.""Fine." I grab his tie again."Selene." He protests."Stop talking." I pull it loose and yank it away. The crew stares at me. "Help me get his jacket off."He struggles with it, his hands not cooperating. I pull it off him, then his shirt."Selene..." He says through gritted teeth."Shut up," I say, almost snapping at him.One of the crew looks alarmed. "Ma'am, what are you looking for?""I don't know yet." I run my hands over his upper torso. Nothing. His arms, his shoulders, his chest. Nothing.Then I move lower, and I see it. A tiny red mark on the left side of his lower abdomen. My breath catches. A puncture, almost invisible. I touch the skin around it, and he flinches."You felt that?" My eyes go to his face."Yes."The boy, the collision and the sudden symptoms. It clicks into place."You were injected."The cabin goes silent."Wha
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SELENEFifteen minutes. That's what the pilot tells me. Fifteen minutes until we're out of Donderdam airspace.I should be relieved since we're away from Beatrice's house, away from Toiri, and away from whatever made her shove us through the back door and send us running through dark streets like fugitives.Victor sits across from me, with one arm resting against the seat, his eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the window. He hasn't said much since we left, and neither have I.For once, silence between us doesn't feel comfortable. It feels like something is waiting.I glance at him. He looks different. Not dramatically, just enough to notice.His face is flushed, and I notice a sheen of sweat covers his forehead.I sit straighter. "You're sweating."He doesn't look at me. "It's warm." Dismissing my observation.I look around the cabin. It's cool enough that I've been considering pulling my hoodie tighter."Victor, we're flying at thirty thousand feet."His eyes finally move to mine. "I
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