LOGINMalakai's hand had just closed around the vibrating phone on the coffee table when the front door burst open with a loud bang. Sierra stumbled inside.She was crying hard, choking on gasping sobs that made her whole body shake. Her uniform was torn at the shoulder, one sleeve hanging loose. A dark bruise was already blooming across her cheekbone, and fresh blood ran in a thin, steady stream from a gash above her left temple, dripping onto the collar of her shirt and down the side of her neck.She saw Malakai and rushed towards him, her legs buckling halfway across the rug. Andrei shot up from the floor instantly."Sierra—”She caught herself on the arm of the couch, her fingers digging into the fabric."They took him," she choked out. "They took Theo."Malakai went absolutely still. The phone kept ringing in his hand, insistent.Sierra's knees gave out completely. Andrei lunged forward and caught her before she hit the ground, easing her down to sit on the rug. She clutched
Harper strolled into the familiar hospital corridor, her badge clipped, her hair pulled into a low ponytail. She hadn't slept more than two hours the night before. Reyes' voice kept looping in her skull.She rounded the corner towards the surgical floor and saw Tyson.He was leaning against the nurses' station with a chart in his hand, looking like he hadn't slept much either.There were faint shadows under his eyes, but he was upright. When he saw her, his shoulders loosened a little."Harper."She stopped. "Hey."He straightened, set the chart down and rubbed the back of his neck."I, uh... wanted to say thank you. For the other day. For getting me out of there."Harper managed a small nod."You don't have to thank me.""I do." He swallowed hard. "I was... I was scared. Really scared. And you walked in like it was nothing. It didn't look like you were afraid at all."She almost laughed. "I was terrified."He searched her face. "You didn't show it."She shrugged. "Habit, I gues
"Mr. Blackwell," a young man with dark hair spoke, he had the name badge Dr Rafael Cross attached to his white coat.Malakai turned his head slowly. "Yes?"The doctor glanced up, his expression composed, professional... and careful."We've reviewed your initial results," he said. "Along with your ECG and blood work."Harper didn't move. Malakai's fingers tightened slightly against the thin hospital sheet."And?" he asked.The doctor inhaled."You have signs consistent with cardiomyopathy," he said. "Specifically, a weakening of the heart muscle that's affecting how efficiently your heart pumps blood."The words seemed to land... and then just sit there.Malakai blinked."...No," he said automatically.It wasn't denial. It was confusion. His brain simply refused to process it. The doctor didn't react to the resistance."It explains the chest pain, the shortness of breath, and the episodes you've been experiencing," he continued gently. "Given your history, it's likely been dev
Harper's nails dug deeper into Reyes’ skin, and his lips brushed her temple. She recoiled immediately, goosebumps appearing on her skin from the absurdity of the situation. She hated how helpless she felt in this moment. So much that it brought tears to her eyes."You can't escape me, Harper," he whispered, and nausea rolled through her.He loosened his hand just enough for her to breathe properly. She gasped for air, her lungs greedily drawing in air."You came into my house," he continued softly. "You sat at my table. You challenged me."His fingers slid down, resting lightly at her throat.Her voice was hoarse when she spoke."...If you touch them—""I won't," he said. "I don't need to."His gaze darted towards the door. "Your ex-husband..." he said. "is very exposed right now."Harper's blood ran cold, her heart thumping faster. Cold fear slid in, crippling her."What did you do?" She croaked.Reyes smiled faintly."Nothing," he said. "Yet."Her stomach dropped."He's hooke
The living room glowed with the soft light from the TV as Summer's favourite cartoon played on the screen. Theo sat in Harper's lap on the couch, his little hands patting the air in time with the music while he babbled syllables that sounded suspiciously like he was trying to sing along.Malakai sat at the opposite end, Harper's bare feet resting across his thighs. His hands moved with delicate care, his thumbs circling deep into the arch of one foot, then sliding up to knead the tight muscle of her calf. Every press drew a tiny, involuntary sigh from her lips, her toes curling just slightly against his sweatpants.She watched him through half-lowered lashes, the faintest smile playing at the corners of her mouth."You're awfully good at this," she whispered softly.Malakai's lips curved."I've been practicing," he said, his knuckles rolling along the inside of her ankle. "Plus, I've got motivation."Harper hummed, letting her head tip back against the cushion. The movement lift
The Saturday afternoon sun poured over the park, warming up the air. An ice-cream truck sat in its usual spot by the duck pond, soft music tinkling lazily. A short line of families waited, kids bouncing on their toes and parents juggling strollers.Malakai rolled up the gentle path in his wheelchair, with Theo securely strapped into the front-facing carrier against his chest. The baby's fists waved at every passing pigeon. Summer skipped ahead, holding Harper's hand, already reciting her order like a pro."Chocolate with rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top, Daddy! And Theo gets vanilla because he's a baby, and babies can't have chocolate yet."Malakai chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. Theo giggled as if infected by his father's happiness."Vanilla it is," Malakai agreed. "Though I'm pretty sure he'd try to steal yours if we let him."Harper leaned down to kiss Theo's soft curls as they joined the queue.Theo babbled something that sounded suspiciously as though







