Caleb’s POV The door slams behind Elijah, the sound ricocheting through the tiny office like a gunshot, silence falls. A thick, suffocating silence. I stare at the closed door for a second too long, my hands clenched at my sides, the pulse in my neck pounding like a war drum. The space where Raven stood beside me feels hollow now, as if the room suddenly lost all its air. Mason exhales sharply, walking slowly back to his desk, trying to reclaim his composure, but I see it. The twitch in his jaw, the way his hands curl into fists before he hides them beneath the table. He’s still reeling, good, nice. “She’s no one,” he says finally, but it’s strained. “Just a mistake. A forgotten shadow. You brought trash into my territory, Caleb.” He spits. All the nonsense he's spewing, I can see right through him, he regrets his decision, buts it's too late now. He lost her. I step forward, just one step, close enough for him to feel the warning in the air. “Say one more word about
Caleb’s POV "Trice?” The name rolls off my tongue before I can stop myself. "Raphael?" I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. I look at Raven, confused, and she’s glowing. Her face lights up like I’ve never seen before. Her entire demeanor shifts. The stiffness in her shoulders, the guarded way she carries herself, it all melts into something soft and radiant. Her eyes widen, lips part in disbelief, then curve into a smile so genuine it tugs something sharp inside my chest. So this is who she was looking for. Of course, I should’ve known. She's been here all her life, she's gorgeous why wouldn't she have a male friend. My gaze flicks to the man rushing toward her, Raphael. He’s beaming, arms outstretched like a fool in a fairytale. The kind of joy that only comes from deep, unwavering affection. He stops just in front of her, his eyes drinking her in like he still can't believe she’s real. I watch silently as she whispers his name like it’s the only word that ma
Beatrice's POV The air shifts the moment the towering silhouette of the Nadine-west mansion appears in the distance. My heart clenches involuntarily. That place, so grand, so intimidating, is etched in my memories for all the wrong reasons. Just the thought of facing Zahra, Delvan, and Mason again makes my body flinch. A storm of emotions begins to rise within me,fear, anxiety, and uncertainty. But I clench my fists and take a deep breath. I have to be strong, I whisper to myself like a sacred mantra. I have to overcome this fear that claws at me. I am not alone this time. I turn to look at Caleb sitting beside me, and to my surprise, his gaze is already resting on me. And what I see in his eyes isn't pity, it's something deeper, stronger, reassurance, steadiness, silent promise. His eyes tell me that he’s here for me, no matter what happens. For a brief second, guilt bubbles up inside me. What did I do to deserve someone like him? I’ve been so selfish, thinking that if we are
Caleb’s POV I’m up before dawn. I didn’t get much sleep, just a few hours of tossing and turning, replaying Raven’s face over and over in my mind. The pain in her voice, the way she looked at me when I held her, when I let her go... it all keeps echoing. The sky is still dark, painted in shades of blue and purple. A thin mist clings to the ground like a secret. I’ve already packed my bag. The car is prepped, waiting just past the front gates. Elijah, Nashon, and Joshua should be here any moment. I step out onto the porch, pulling my jacket tighter around me. The wind bites a little, but it feels good. Clears my head. And then I hear footsteps behind me. Soft. Light. Hesitant. I turn, half-expecting one of my brothers but it’s her. Raven. She’s standing there in the early light, her hair braided back, a small backpack slung over one shoulder. She looks tired but steady, eyes fixed on mine like she’s already made her decision. “You’re up early,” I say, my voice lower than I mea
Beatrice’s POV The night stretches on like a ghost, it wraps around me, cold and heavy. I sit there long after Caleb leaves, staring at the stars above, searching for answers that never seem to come. The wind whispers through the trees, and for a second, it sounds like someone calling my name. But it’s just me. I hug myself, trying to contain the storm inside. Everything is falling apart, and I don’t even know why. I feel like something’s growing inside me, a darkness, a shadow I can’t control. First, the way I felt about Emily… and now this strange pull toward the woods. That dirt on me. The scratches. The way I wake up with pieces of time missing. What am I turning into? I want to believe it's just stress, or trauma, or exhaustion. But that would be a lie. Something is changing inside me, and I don’t think I’m going to like what I become when it finally takes over. I don’t know how long I sit there, but eventually I rise and walk back to my room. The hallways are q
Beatrice’s POV What’s happening to me lately? Just a short while ago, when I was with Emily, I barely felt any sympathy for her. I just… looked at her. It was as if I was watching someone through a thick, blurry window, disconnected. A cold wave had swept over me. Part of me, goddess, help me, wanted to strangle her. Just end it. That dark, horrifying thought flashed in my mind so clearly I could feel the weight of it in my hands. I had to fight with everything inside me to keep my cool. I forced myself to smile, to breathe, to walk away. And I did. Somehow, I managed to go out without doing anything to her. But that’s not all. Yesterday morning, I woke up covered in dirt. My clothes were stained, my nails packed with soil, and there were scratches on my arms like I had run through the woods or clawed at something. I don't remember a thing. I had to convince myself I was sleepwalking. It’s the only explanation that sounded... acceptable. But deep down, I knew there had to be an