LENAThe dorm room was dark when I pushed open the door, the blue glow of the TV flickering across Ava's blank expression. Some romantic comedy played silently—the kind we used to mock together while eating cheap pizza. Now she just sat curled in on herself, staring without seeing.I dropped my bag with a thud that should've made her jump. Nothing. “Since when did you like these boring TV shows?” I tried to keep my voice light as I kicked off my shoes. The left one hit the wall harder than intended.Ava didn't turn from the screen. “Since today.”I hovered by the couch, suddenly unsure. The room smelled like stale popcorn and the lavender candle Ava loved. Normal things. Everything should feel normal now that Nathan was in custody.Sinking onto the couch, I stole a corner of her blanket. On screen, some actress laughed at a joke we hadn't heard. The sound was too bright, too loud in the heavy silence.“You missed the good part,” Ava murmured. “They just met cute.”I watched the coupl
MIKEThe security office smelled like stale coffee as I got in. I slapped the flash drive down on the desk hard enough to make the campus cop jump. “Nathan Cole’s full confession,” I said. “Time-stamped, high-def, and complete with his ugly crying face.”The officer—some balding guy with a nametag reading ‘Higgins’—eyed the flashdrive like it might bite him. “You’re Reynolds? The one who’s been emailing us about—”“For three fucking weeks, yeah.” I leaned over his desk. “Watch it. Then arrest that piece of shit.”Higgins sighed but plugged it in. The video popped up—Nathan’s tear-streaked face, his voice cracking as he admitted everything. How he’d followed Ava that night. How he’d— I looked away, grinding my teeth. Higgins’ expression darkened. “I’ll call the dean.” As I paced inside Ava's dorm, they were not around, I decided to go home but decided to text Dante first. Instead his text lit up the screen: “You good?” I typed back, “They’re taking him in now. Meet me at my
EVELYNThe phone vibrated once. Twice. It was an unknown caller. I swiped the answer button. “They didn't get the pictures.” It was a man's voice, distorted. I sat up so fast my vision swam. “What?”“Adrian Knight intercepted it.”My fingers turned to claws in the sheets. “Who is this and how did you know that I sent pictures to the dean?”A pause. Then— “Someone who knows what Adrian Knight really is.”The line went dead. I threw the phone. It hit the mirror above my dresser, cracking my reflection into a dozen jagged pieces. How the fuck did Adrian know about my plans?The espresso machine screamed as I slammed another pod into place. My secretary, Emma hovered near the doorway, clutching his tablet like a shield. “Ms. Grant, your 8 AM with—”“Cancel everything.” I didn't look up. “Get me everything you can find on Blackmoore University's IT department. Every employee. Every contractor.”“May I ask why—”I turned. Slowly. “Do I pay you to ask questions?”She swallowed. “I
ADRIANLena's laugh vibrated through my chest as she straddled my lap, her worn leather notebook pressing against my chest. The damn thing smelled like her—vanilla ink and that lavender shampoo she refused to replace. “Stop squirming,” I warned, my hands tightening on her hips. “Or I'll take you right here and right now.” She rolled her eyes but obediently flipped to a dog-eared page. “‘The first time you kissed me—’” “That's interesting.” I snatched the book, skimming ahead. “Read the juicer parts, like here… ‘Your teeth on my thigh like a punctuation mark—’”“That's private!” She lunged for it, sending us both sideways on the couch. Her knee dug into my ribs as we wrestled for the notebook, her hair falling around us like a curtain. I pinned her wrists above her head. “Say please.”“Fuck you—” My mouth cut off the rest, tasting coffee and the strawberry balm she'd reapplied twice since arriving. She arched against me, the notebook forgotten on the floor— For the first time
LENA“Oh god.” I exclaimed as my notebook tumbled out of my closet when I yanked my sweater off the top shelf, its battered black cover splayed open on the floor like an invitation. I stared at it for a while as I remembered it, my cheeks already burning. Ava peered over my shoulder from the bed. “What's the—ohhh.” Her grin turned wicked. “Is that your Adrian fanfiction?”It's been days since we'd huddled together after watching that video, since I'd heard her whimper in her sleep. Now here she was, teasing me and boy was I glad.I snapped the book shut. “It's poetry and shut up.” She snatched it before I could react. “Let's see...'His hands like turning pages—'Jesus, Lena!”“Give it back!” I lunged, but she danced out of reach, flipping to another page. “‘The way he says good girl in the dark—’” Ava fanned herself. “No wonder you melted when he called you that in class.”I collapsed onto the mattress, groaning. “Bitch, it was just a little crush. I was just…”“Thirsty,” Ava cu
ADRIANThe penthouse door hadn't even fully closed behind Evelyn before I pulled out my phone. That bitch always had a way to push my buttons.“Marco. Put two men on Evelyn. I'm sure she's about to do something stupid.” I said as he picked up the call.Marco's voice crackled through the speaker. “Evelyn again? What'd she say this time?” “Nothing useful.” I poured three fingers of whiskey, downing it in one swallow. “But she left with that look in her eyes.” “The one that usually ends with someone disappearing?”I smirked. “Exactly.”A knock at the door cut Marco's response short. “Hold on.” I set down the glass, my hand drifting toward my gun in the side table before checking the peephole. Carlos, the night doorman, stood rigid in the hallway, his usual polished demeanor starting to slip.I opened the door. “Problem?”Carlos stepped inside without waiting for an invitation—a privilege only my inner circle enjoyed. “Mrs. Knight made a call in the lobby. Loud enough for me to hear