LOGINVICTORThe 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.
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
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
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
SELENEHe rests one hand against the back of a chair, choosing his words with more care than he usually bothers with. "I knew I wasn't going to find him here, but I hoped I would, somehow, anyway.""And afterward?""I hoped Beatrice could help me get into Kravik City.""Unnoticed?" I ask, surprise creeping into my voice."That was the idea.""You do know that's the same mistake that got whatever her name was killed." I point out to him.His expression hardens instantly. "That happened because Beatrice was involved."Beatrice walks in carrying a tray just in time to hear him, and something in her face goes very still. "I was not involved."Victor turns toward her, his voice low and controlled in a way that's somehow worse than shouting. "You knew what would happen if the Kravens found out about my plan back then. And you knew exactly what they would do to Helena.""Yes." She sets the tray down carefully, like the alternative is dropping it. "I admit I knew. But that does not mean I bet
SELENEI raise my hand to knock, and before I can, I hear Victor's voice through the door, loud, angry, and another voice answering him, a woman's. I freeze. They're arguing. Down the street, a couple slows their pace, and someone else glances toward the house. Great, exactly what I need. I smile at them, radiating nothing-to-see-here, just a perfectly normal woman standing outside a stranger's house in a country she has no business being in. They eventually move on.The voices inside get louder, and something in me reacts before my brain catches up. I open the door without knocking and walk in. I quickly shut the door behind me.The room goes silent. Victor turns toward me, his face changing immediately. Beatrice looks like she's seen a ghost. Victor closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Selene."I smile weakly. "Hi."His eyes narrow. "I told you to stay on the jet.""I know.""Then why are you here?""I had a feeling."His expression makes it very clear that the ex







