LOGINKia
“Pam,” I breathed, scrambling to my feet.
She shut the door quickly behind her and pressed her back against it. “I don’t have much time,” she whispered. “They think I left already.”
I rushed toward her. “They’re moving me tomorrow,” I said, my voice breaking now that I wasn’t holding it in anymore. “To the mountain house. Pam, once I’m there…”
“I know,” she said, grabbing my hands. “I heard what they said.”
“Then you know I can’t stay,” I said quickly. “I can’t. You have to help me. Please.”
She hesitated for a second and I saw it in her face, the fear, the risk, everything she was thinking about.
Then she nodded.
“Okay.”
I blinked. “Okay?”
“We get you out of here tonight,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Before they can move you somewhere worse.”
My heart started racing again but this time it felt different.
“How?” I asked.
“There’s a supply van leaving through the lower gate before sunset,” she said quickly. “They don’t check everything once it’s cleared. If we can get you out of this wing, we can hide you in one of the crates.”
I squeezed her hands. “Will it work?”
“It has to,” she said.
I nodded, even though my stomach was still in knots.
“Tell me what to do.”
Pam took a breath and started explaining the plan, step by step, quiet and fast.
And for the first time since Ryder spoke those words in the hallway, I felt like maybe I had a chance.
I didn’t sleep, not even for a second and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryder’s face. That smirk. That look in his eyes like everything was already decided and I was just… part of the plan.
So I stayed awake.
I sat on the edge of the bed, counting seconds, then losing track, then starting again. My heart wouldn’t slow down. It just kept racing like it knew something bad was coming.
Because it was.
Pam’s plan replayed in my head over and over. Timing. The guard shift. The lower gate. The crates.
It sounded simple when she said it but It didn’t feel simple now.
A soft knock came at the door and my entire body went still then the lock clicked.
The door opened just enough for Pam to slip inside again, this time without the red coat. “It’s time,” she whispered.
I stood up immediately. “Now?”
She nodded. “Guard shift just started. We have maybe ten minutes before they settle in.”
My hands felt cold as I moved toward her. “Okay… okay.”
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door. “Stay close to me and don’t say anything.”
I nodded and we stepped out into the hallway.
Pam moved quickly, like she knew exactly where she was going, and I stayed right behind her, trying not to look around too much because I didn’t want to draw attention.
We turned down a side corridor I barely recognized.
“This leads to the service stairs,” she whispered. “Less traffic.”
I nodded again, my heart pounding so loud I was sure someone could hear it.
We made it down the stairs without running into anyone and that almost made me nervous.
It felt too easy.
“Almost there,” Pam murmured as we reached the bottom.
I could see the back hallway now, the one that led to the lower gate… Freedom.
It was right there, Just a few more steps.
“Kia.”
My blood ran cold as I stopped as Pam froze beside me and Slowly, I turned around.
Ryder stood at the end of the hallway, He wasn’t alone as Liam leaned against the wall to his right, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Kratavak stood to the left, looking way too entertained.
“I told you not to run,” Ryder said, his voice calm, almost bored, which somehow made it worse.
“I…” I started, but nothing came out.
Because what was I supposed to say?
That I wasn’t running?
That I just happened to be heading straight for the only exit?
Yeah. That would go well.
Ryder took a slow step forward.
“You really thought you could walk out of here,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Just like that.”
Pam stepped in front of me, It shocked me enough that I forgot to breathe for a second.
“It was my idea,” she said quickly. “Leave her out of it.”
“Pam…” I whispered, but she didn’t move.
Ryder’s gaze shifted to her and something dark flickered in his eyes.
“You,” he said, almost like he was amused. “I was wondering who helped her.”
“It’s not her fault,” I said quickly, stepping around Pam. “I asked her…”
“Stop talking,” Ryder snapped, and my voice died instantly.
Then Kratavak let out a low laugh.
“This is cute,” he said. “Really. I almost feel bad ruining it.”
Liam finally pushed off the wall and stepped forward. His eyes moved from me to Pam and back again.
“You shouldn’t have done this,” he said quietly.
I let out a shaky breath. “You weren’t going to give me a choice.”
“No,” he agreed.
“You disobeyed me,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You tried to run.”
I swallowed hard.
“Yes,” I said.
If I was already caught, I wasn’t going to lie.
“At least you’re honest about it.”
His hand shot out and grabbed my arm and I flinched.
“You don’t get to leave,” he continued, his grip tightening. “Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”
“Ryder, you’re hurting her,” Pam said, stepping forward.
Big mistake.
Kratavak moved instantly.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, hard enough to make her gasp.
“Careful,” he said, his voice still light but his grip wasn’t. “You’re already in trouble. Don’t make it worse.”
“Let her go!” I snapped, trying to pull away from Ryder.
It didn’t work.
It never worked.
Ryder didn’t even look at Pam. His attention stayed on me.
“You don’t seem to understand something,” he said quietly. “Actions have consequences.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
For a second, he didn’t answer.
Then he leaned in slightly, close enough that only I could hear him.
“I’m going to make sure you never try this again.”
“No…”
“Liam,” Ryder said without looking away from me.
Liam stepped forward.
My heart started racing again.
“Take her back.”
I shook my head immediately. “No, please… Ryder, I won’t run again, I swear, just don’t..”
“Too late,” he said simply.
Liam grabbed my other arm and I twisted, kicked, tried to pull free, but they were stronger and we all knew it.
“Stop it!” Liam snapped. “You’re making it worse…”
“It’s already worse!” I shouted back.
Ryder watched the whole thing without moving.
Kratavak shoved Pam toward the wall and let her go.
“Stay there,” he told her.
She looked like she wanted to fight him, but she didn’t because we both knew what would happen if she did.
They dragged me back the way we came, every step felt heavier than the last…Hope didn’t just fade. It shattered.
When we got back to the room, Ryder opened the door himself this time.
Then he stepped aside.
“Inside.”
I didn’t move.
My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to breathe.
“Please,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t lock me in there again. I won’t run. I swear I won’t…”
LiamHe had been avoiding the east corridor all morning for precisely this reason.He knew where it would lead. He had known since last night, since he stood in that doorway and watched Ryder's face while Ryder delivered his announcement, since he saw the way Kia's expression shifted from defiance to something smaller and more honest that she immediately locked away again.He knew himself well enough to know that if he started moving toward it, he wouldn't stop.He turned into the east wing of the building anyway.Ryder was in the war room, which was what Kratavak had started calling the study at the mountain estate because it had better acoustics for arguments. Liam could hear him before he reached the door. Not words, just movement. The particular weighted footfall of Ryder pacing, which he only did when the curse was high or when he was working through something he couldn't resolve by force.Liam opened the door.Ryder looked up from where he was standing by the window, one hand br
KiaI found the small library on the second floor by accident.I hadn't been given a tour of the mountain estate, obviously. My introduction to it had been a locked room and a tray of food I didn't touch. But Dorla had quietly confirmed that morning, while collecting the breakfast dishes, that I was permitted to move through the residential wing during daylight hours provided I didn't approach the outer doors.I needed permission before doing anything like I was a pet with slightly extended boundaries.I took what I could get.The library was narrow, tucked between two larger rooms, lined floor to ceiling with old books that smelled of cedar and decades of disuse. A single window at the far end let in a strip of cold mountain light. There were two chairs, a low table, and the specific kind of silence that only old rooms accumulate.I had been sitting there for almost an hour, not really reading, just existing in a space that didn't feel hostile, when the door swung open.Kratavak lean
KiaMorning came the way bad things always did at the mountain estate. Quietly without warning, and with absolute certainty that it wasn't going to be kind.I had not slept properly. I had drifted in and out of something shallow and restless, my body too aware of every sound in the house, every footstep in the corridor, every shift of wind against the high windows. By the time pale grey light set, I had already given up on sleep entirely and was sitting on the bed, fully dressed and waiting.The knock came at half past seven.Not Dorla's knock, Not Liam's. Harder and more deliberate, like knuckles against wood was just another way of giving an order."I'm awake," I said before it could come again.The door opened.Ryder stepped in alone.That surprised me. I had expected the three of them together, a unified front, the way they always operated when they wanted to make something feel inevitable. But it was just him. Dressed in dark grey and hair pushed back with a tight jaw. He looked
He finished wrapping the cloth around my shoulder carefully, tying it with a precision that was almost obsessive, like he needed the knot to be exactly right. Then he sat back and looked at the work instead of at me."Don't read into it," he said.But I was already reading it.Because I had known Liam for six years. I had watched him be cold and cutting and deliberately cruel. I had watched him turn away from me in corridors and pretend I wasn't in rooms. I had watched him stand beside Moss while she poured wine on me and said absolutely nothing.But I had also once, a long time ago, when we were younger and the curse was newer and none of us fully understood what was happening, found him sitting outside my door in the middle of the night. He had told me it was because the darkness was bad. That he needed to be near me to breathe. He had not spoken to me normally for three days afterward, like the vulnerability of it had frightened him into cruelty.Liam was the most dangerous kind of
KiaI didn't know how long I sat on that floor.Long enough for the light coming through the windows to change. The burning in my shoulder settled into something duller, more permanent, like it had decided to stay.Eventually, a key turned in the lock.I didn't move, I stayed exactly where I was, my knees pulled to my chest, my eyes fixed on the far wall. I wasn't giving anyone the satisfaction of watching me scramble to my feet like I was afraid.The door opened slowly.A woman stepped in carrying a folded set of linens, her head slightly bowed. She was older, perhaps in her late fifties, with a tight grey bun and hands that looked like they had known hard work their entire lives. Behind her came two younger girls, both of them carrying cleaning supplies they didn't appear to need.None of them looked at me directly."Ma'am," the older woman said softly, addressing somewhere vaguely in my direction. Not my eyes, not my face. Somewhere between my chin and the floor."I'm not a Ma'am,"
KiaThe ride to the mountain estate felt longer than it should have, like the road itself was stretching just to keep me trapped in it. No one spoke to me. Liam sat on one side, Kratavak on the other, and Ryder in the front like he couldn’t care less what I was thinking or feeling. I kept staring out the window anyway, even though all I saw were endless trees and cliffs and the kind of isolation that makes you feel like the world forgot you exist.When the gates finally opened, I knew instantly this place wasn’t just another house. It was bigger, colder, more controlled. A full mansion carved into the mountain itself, stone walls rising like it was built to hold something in rather than welcome anyone. The air even felt different here, thinner somehow, like I was already running out of space to breathe.“Get out,” Ryder said simply when the car stopped.I hesitated, my fingers gripping the seat because for a second I really didn’t want to move. Liam reached over and pulled the door







