ANMELDENCassieThe words die in my throat, but she didn’t push.“You’re stronger than you think, Cassie. I see it even if you don’t. Whatever you’re facing, you’ll find a way through it.”The door closes softly behind her and I’m left sitting in my chair staring at the space where she was, her words echoing in the sudden quiet.I should sleep.I know I should sleep.But every time I close my eyes I see Mara’s face, hear her voice demanding to know if Kai knows what Miles did, and sleep feels impossible.*****It’s past two in the morning when I finally make myself leave my room.The hallway is still dark except for the small lights along the baseboards, just enough to see by without illuminating much of anything. I’m heading toward Kai’s bedroom when I hear movement from his studio, the faint sound of wheels on hardwood. He’s still awake. My footsteps slow and then redirect, carrying me to his studio door instead.I stop outside his studio door and stand there with my hand raised to knock,
CassieI’m pacing my room and the floor feels too small, the walls pressing in from all sides, my brain spinning so fast I can’t make it slow down long enough to land on a single coherent thought.Mara’s face won’t leave me alone. The way she looked at me on that sidewalk, the fury burning in her eyes when she saw the Petrova name on that car, the way her voice shook when she said does he know what Miles did to his sister.And Kai’s window.It was cracked open, just slightly but could sound carry forty feet through city noise or was he too far away, was he distracted, was he even paying attention to two people arguing on a sidewalk?I walk from the bed to the window and back again, my feet wearing a path in the carpet. What did he hear? The question circles through my head on an endless loop and I can’t make it stop, can’t find an answer no matter how many times I replay every second of that scene.He didn’t say anything on the drive back. Didn’t ask a single question. Just sat in th
KaiWhen we get back to the mansion John comes around to help me out of the car. Cassie moves like she’s going to help too but I stop her before she can get close.“I’ve got it.”She steps back immediately, her hands dropping to her sides like I slapped them away.“Thank you,” she says quietly, first to John and then to me. “For coming with me today. You didn’t have to do that.”I don’t respond, just transfer into my chair and head for the entrance. Behind me I hear her footsteps follow for a few seconds before they veer off toward the staff wing where her room is, and then I’m alone heading for the lift that’ll take me up to my floor.My wing is quiet when I get there, the hallway empty and still in that way it always is. I wheel myself to my bedroom and once I’m inside with the door closed I pull out my phone and stare at it.I didn’t hear the full conversation on that sidewalk. Just those fragments. “For the Petrovas” and “Does he know what—” and then something that got swallowed
KaiI’m in the front seat staring at the apartment building and thinking this is the first time I’ve been outside in five years, the first time I’ve left the mansion grounds for anything, and it wasn’t even for myself.It was for a girl I don’t know who got suspended for fighting.It was for Cassie.The realization doesn’t sit well but I don’t have time to examine it because Cassie and her sister are standing on the sidewalk about forty feet from the car and whatever’s happening between them looks like it’s about to combust. I sit here and watch through the window as Cassie tries to calm down a girl who looks like she’s about ready to explode.Mara—Cassie talked about her that night in my studio doorway, talked about her sharp edges and her anger—is standing there with her whole body pulled tight like a wire about to snap. Her arms are gesticulating and even from this distance I can see the fury radiating off her in waves.She reminds me of Lily. Not her face or anything physical, j
CassieWe pull up outside our building and Mara has the door open before we’ve fully stopped, her feet hitting the sidewalk and carrying her toward the entrance.I call thank you to the driver over my shoulder and scramble out after her. “Mara, wait—”She stops walking and turns around. We’re maybe forty feet from the car. Close enough that if Kai’s window is open, even a crack, he might be able to hear us.I don’t know if it is and I don’t dare to turn back.Mara’s looking at me and there’s something in her face I’ve never seen before, something that’s past anger and into territory I don’t know how to navigate.“You’re working for him, Cassie. For the Petrovas. After what Miles did—” She stops, her voice breaking. “How could you?”The way she says the name makes it sound like a curse. “Mara, keep your voice—”“Oh you don’t get to do that.” She shakes her head and her hands ball into fists at her sides. “You don’t get to tell me to keep my voice down, not with what you’re risking. Are
Mara is staring at me, waiting for me to deny it, to tell her she’s wrong, to say something that makes this make sense. But I can’t. The words are stuck somewhere in my throat and all I can do is stand here on the sidewalk outside her school while the silence between us grows heavier with every second that passes.Her eyes narrow. “Cassie.”It’s not a question. It’s a demand. I grab her arm before she can say anything else, my fingers closing around her elbow harder than I mean to.“Get in the car,” I say quietly. “We’ll talk about this at home.”She yanks away from me but she moves toward the car anyway because what choice does she have. I’m her ride home. I’m the one who showed up when the school called. I’m the only person she’s got right now even if she hates me for it.The back door opens and Mara climbs in, her boots scraping against the doorframe on the way. She glances once at Kai through the gap between the seats, just long enough for me to see her taking him in, filing aw
CassieKatrina goes still. Like she wasn’t expecting me to say yes so fast.Then she reaches into her bag. Pulls out a pen and slides it across the table.It’s heavy when I pick it up. The kind of pen that feels important just holding it.I flip to the last page.There’s a line at the bottom with t
CassieI’ve never been to a café like this before.White marble tables. Gold accents on everything. The kind of place where the lighting is soft enough to make everyone look expensive. There’s a glass case near the counter filled with pastries that probably cost more than my grocery budget for a we
CassieI don’t know how long I sit there. Could be twenty minutes. Could be an hour. Time feels strange right now, like it’s moving too fast and too slow at the same time.Eventually I get up. My legs are stiff and my back aches from sitting on the hard floor, but I make it to the break room and po
CassieThe break room smells like burnt coffee and something else I can’t quite place. Maybe it’s the trash nobody’s taken out in three days, or maybe it’s just the weight of too many double shifts soaking into the walls. I don’t know anymore.It’s three in the morning. The fluorescent lights overh







