ログインELARA’S POVThe burn calmed down after a few minutes under cold water.Dominic wrapped my palm in a clean cloth, keeping it loose the way he said, and then stepped back and gave me room to breathe. He was good at that. Giving room without making it obvious he was doing it.We ended up outside on the back terrace. Two old chairs and a small iron table between them, the paint chipped off the legs in places. The garden stretched out in front of us, quiet and green, Mr. Heng’s tools lined up neatly against the shed wall even though he’d gone home an hour ago.We sat for a while without talking.It wasn’t uncomfortable. That was the thing that surprised me. Silence with most people had started to feel like something that needed to be managed, filled, handled carefully. With Dominic it just sat there between us like it was welcome.“So what do you actually do,” he said eventually, “when you’re not working?”I thought about it honestly. “I read if there’s something worth reading. Sometime
ELARA’S POVI made the tea again. The cup was warming on the tray. I reached across for the kettle and my hand mistakenly hit the hot part that had been sitting over the heat. The pain brought tears to my eyes. It was sharp and mean.I pulled my hand back and pressed my lips together.I looked at the ceiling for a moment, blinking.The burn across my palm was already reddening, a stripe of angry heat from the base of my fingers to the heel of my hand. It was not the worst pain I’d experienced in recent memory, which was a thought that arrived and immediately made things worse rather than better.I put both hands flat on the kitchen counter.The tile was cool under my palms. And the tears came.Not because of the burn. The burn was the thing that broke the surface but it was not the thing underneath. Underneath was everything I’d been carrying since. I felt so much pain and I didn’t know what to do with it.Underneath was Victoria’s voice. I’ll show you who runs this house.Undernea
KNOX’S POVI stood at the window of my office for a long time after Victoria left.The garden was going gold with late afternoon light. Mr. Heng had finished with the hedge and was packing up his tools with the slow, care of a man who had never once rushed anything in his life.I watched him and tried to think clearly.Victoria wasn’t wrong. That was the difficult part. She was making reasonable points in a reasonable way and everything she’d said came from a place I understood and respected.And I still couldn’t do what she was asking.I’d tried to examine that. To find the rational basis for it. Because I was, in most areas of my life, a rational person. I made decisions based on available information and logical outcomes. I didn’t act on impulse. I didn’t…Except I’d paid five hundred thousand dollars for a woman at an auction based entirely on something I couldn’t name.So perhaps the rational person assessment needed revisiting.The truth was that I’d thought this would be sim
VICTORIA’S POV Victoria stood in the middle of the room after the door clicked shut.She looked at the tea staining the carpet. Then at the empty tray before letting her eyes go to the closed door.Her jaw was tight. She crossed to the window and stood there with her arms folded, looking out at the garden below. Mr. Heng was doing something with the far hedge. He was moving very slowly and unbothered which only added to her irritation. She hated slow people the most in this life.She watched him for a moment longer.I’ll show you, she thought, who runs this house, she said angrily, her nails digging into her palm. The girl was a problem, a very big fucking problem. She knew what kind of person Elera was. They use their situation as a shield and try to better their situation. And she had put her eyes on her Knox.She has also noticed the way Knox’s eyes tracked her sometimes without him appearing to notice they were doing it. The way Knox had looked at the floor when he left the r
ELARA’S POVThe morning started well.That was the thing about it. It started genuinely, unexpectedly well, which made what came after worse by contrast.Priya had found a spider in the linen cupboard.Not a dangerous one. A small, completely ordinary spider that had made the mistake of existing in a space Priya was responsible for, and Priya’s response to this was so dramatic that by the time I arrived to investigate, she was standing in the hallway with a broom held out in front of her like a weapon, refusing to go back in.“It looked at me,” she said.“Spiders don’t look at people,” I said.“This one did. It looked directly at me with intention.”“It doesn’t have intentions, Priya. It has eight eyes and very small ambitions.”David, who had come upstairs for entirely unrelated reasons and gotten caught in the situation, was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and the expression of a man deeply entertained.“Maybe it’s guarding something,” he said helpfully.“That is not
ELARA’S POVWe sat at the small table in the back of the kitchen.Maria had gone home for the evening. The rest of the staff had cleared out. The house was quiet except for the distant sound of Knox’s television in the sitting room and the occasional creak of the building settling around us.Marcus sat across from me with his hands folded on the table and he looked really distressed. Almost like he has been carrying something heavy for a long time and wasn’t entirely sure whether setting it down would be a relief or a disaster.I had made tea because my hands needed something to do. I set a cup in front of him and sat down.We looked at each other.“Tell me what happened,” I said. “From the beginning. Everything.”Marcus looked down at his cup. Then he started talking.“It was Ray’s men who hit Knox first,” he said. “During the chaos at the lodge. Knox took a bullet to the shoulder, which you probably knew. What happened after…” He paused. “When Ray’s men were moving you out, Knox
RYLAN’S POVThey dragged us down the stairs, with weapons pressed against our spines, and our hands zip-tied behind our backs.Knox was ahead of me, he had gone completely silent now except for the ragged sound of his breathing. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, spattering on the concrete ste
ELARA’S POVI woke to hands grabbing me again.My head throbbed where Ray had hit me, the pain radiating down my neck and into my shoulders. Everything felt fuzzy, and disconnected, like I was watching from somewhere far away.“Get up.”I heard rough voices of multiple men.They hauled me to my fe
ELARA’S POVDays blurred together in that room.I tried counting them at first…scratching marks into the wall with my fingernail…but after a while, I lost track. Three days? Five? A week?Time stopped meaning anything.Ray came twice a day. Morning and evening, I think, though with the boarded wind
ELARA’S POVRough hands grabbed my arms, fingers digging in so hard I knew they’d leave bruises. Two Skulls…men I didn’t recognize, men whose faces held nothing but cold indifference…hauled me toward the stairs.“Let me go!” I screamed, trying to wrench free. “Get your hands off me!”They didn’t r







