ログインCalla's POVI sat with that photograph in my lap for longer than I should have, staring at my mother's smiling, impossibly young face until the numbers on my monitor blurred into meaningless shapes.He knows you're here.Four words. No name associated with either half of that sentence, no way to know if he was talking about the ash-entity or Mara, or the dead man whose testimony I’d watched explode on a burning hillside, or someone else I had not yet met. It was the vicious beauty of the whole setup I realised as I sat there with my coffee cooling next to a pile of onboarding paperwork I hadn’t touched in ten minutes. Whoever sent this knows exactly how many candidates that single pronoun could apply to, and had chosen it deliberately, precisely because the not-knowing would do more damage than a name ever could. “You okay?”One of my coworkers, someone with a kind, uncomplicated smile, the one with nothing sharp hidden behind. Paused at the edge of my desk, with a couple of folde
Calla's POVI agreed without taking that much time, because thinking things over for too long tends to talk me out of things that are undeniably good for me."You're positive," Jade said, which must have been the fourth or fifth time she’d said it that morning, looking critically as I buttoned a blazer she’d loaned me over a shirt that still had a tag tucked into the inside of its collar."Because there's no shame whatsoever in bailing now and finding literally any kind of job that hasn't had any Blackthorn fingerprints smudged on it.""I’m sure," I replied-in that instance, more for myself than for her, pulling loose the price tag and shoving it in my pocket to avoid having to admit that I had not yet, in fact, located the nearest garbage bin in her surprisingly organized apartment."If I keep turning away every other remotely positive thing a Blackthorn has ever graced with its touch, I’ll spend the rest of my life denying good opportunities altogether. Instead, I’ll rather walk in
Calla's POVI read the text three times before my hands stopped shaking enough to type anything back."Prove it," I sent, thumb hovering over the send button a full second before I actually let myself commit to it. "Prove you actually have her."The reply came back faster than felt natural, like he'd been waiting with the phone already in hand.A photo loaded a moment later, grainy, low light, and my stomach dropped the instant it resolved.Nyx, unmistakably Nyx even stripped of her usual polish, sitting in what looked like a plain wooden chair, hands bound loosely in front of her.Mascara tracking down both cheeks in a way that told me whatever had happened to get her into that chair, it hadn't been gentle."Oh, my god." Jade leaned over my shoulder, staring at the screen with an expression caught somewhere between horror and reluctant satisfaction. "They actually have her."Another message followed the photo. "She's been talking. More than she probably should, given who she's st
Calla's POV"You have thirty seconds," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt, which was the only small victory I had left to claim tonight."Okay." A breath on the other end, ragged, like he'd been holding it since he dialed. "Okay. The job offer wasn't a trick. I know how it looks, I know exactly how it looks………..okay? But I swear to you I didn't send it to trap you into anything. I sent it because I've had someone quietly watching that border for eight months in case you ever actually got free.” There was a slight pause.“And the second word came through tonight that you had…….so, so I panicked and did the only thing I know how to do when I'm afraid of losing something. I threw money and influence at the problem before I could think better of it.""That's not better, Calix. That's the same thing you've always done.""I know." No defensiveness in it at all, which somehow made it worse, harder to argue against. "I know it's the same pattern. And listen, Calla…….. I'm n
Calla's POVI crossed the room before Jade had even finished the sentence, snatching the phone out of her hand with fingers that weren't entirely steady.The message sat there, ordinary in every visible way, a client inquiry template like a hundred others probably sitting in that inbox, except for the subject line, which read, plainly, without embellishment: For the attention of Calla Rhys, regarding a position within the firm."That's not possible," I said, reading it twice, three times, just waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something less impossible. "I haven't applied anywhere. I don't even have a resume put together yet. We were literally just talking about building one.""I know." Jade's voice had now gone tight, careful, already reaching for the phone to scroll further down the message. "Which means whoever sent this either already knew you'd end up here tonight, or……. they've been watching this apartment a lot longer than either of us wants to think about."
Calla's POVJade grabbed my hand hard enough to hurt and pulled me sideways, off the sidewalk and through the nearest open door, some corner shop still lit at that hour, bell jangling overhead, and neither of us said a word until she'd put an aisle of instant noodles and cheap umbrellas between us and the window."Don't look back at it," she said, low, already steering me toward the counter like we were just two women out late buying nothing in particular. "Whatever that was, staring back only tells it you're scared.""I am scared.""I know. Doesn't mean it needs to know that too."I risked one glance through the window anyway, couldn't help it, and the street outside was empty. No figure. No streetlamp flicker catching on a still, patient shape. Just ordinary night, ordinary sidewalk, like I'd imagined the entire thing.Except I hadn't. Jade had seen it too."It's gone," I said, and the words came out shakier than I wanted them to."Gone isn't the same as not coming back." She paid







