LOGINRiver woke first, his body still heavy with exhaustion. The events of the last few days, his arrest, Miranda’s return, and Dominic’s schemes, still played through his mind like fragments of a nightmare. He reached for Jace beside him, but the space was empty. Jace must have woken earlier.River sat up, rubbing his eyes, and then got out of bed. He walked toward the kitchen, hoping to find Jace making coffee like usual. But as soon as he turned the corner, he froze.Miranda was standing by the counter, her back turned to him. She was crying quietly, shoulders shaking as she held a mug in trembling hands. The sound of her soft sobs filled the silent kitchen, breaking the morning calm.River hesitated, unsure what to do. Part of him wanted to walk away, to give her space. But another part, the one that couldn’t ignore pain when he saw it, made him take a few steps closer.“Miranda,” he said softly. “Are you okay?”She turned quickly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Her eyes w
Jace paced the tiled floor, his heart pounding in his chest. River was somewhere behind those cold metal doors, locked up for a murder that didn’t even make sense. Sasha sat in one of the waiting chairs, her hands twisting nervously around her bag straps, while Leo stood by the wall, trying to stay calm but his eyes betrayed his anger.Minutes felt like hours. Jace had already asked to see River again, but the officers told him to wait while they checked something. He wanted answers, anything to stop the helplessness building in his chest.Then suddenly, an officer rushed into the lobby. His face looked serious, but his tone carried something new, hope. “Mr. Maddox,” he said, slightly out of breath. “We just received a report… someone spotted Miranda Vegas alive. She was seen running along the highway outside the city.”For a moment, Jace froze. The words took a second to register. Alive. Miranda was alive.Sasha gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh my God… so River didn’t....”“He didn’t
Mirinda wrists ached from the tight ropes, her eyes swollen from crying. She could barely lift her head, but when the door creaked open again, her heart thudded hard.Dominic walked in first, his black coat brushing the floor. He carried that same cruel calmness he always had, cold, deliberate, and patient like a predator waiting for his prey to stumble. Eli followed behind, quieter, but his face held a mix of anger and uncertainty.Dominic smiled when he saw her. “Still comfortable?” he asked mockingly.Miranda’s lips trembled. “Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You don’t have to do this. I told you everything I know about River. There’s nothing else.”Dominic tilted his head, walking around her slowly. “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, his tone light but his eyes sharp. “There’s always something else. Everyone hides something, especially the people River surrounds himself with. He’s too careful, too secretive. But everyone cracks eventually.”Eli stood by the door,
Jace paced the entire length of his office, running his hand through his hair for the tenth time. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, each second feeling longer than the last. He couldn’t think straight. Every thought began and ended with one thing, River being taken away in handcuffs.Sasha sat quietly on the couch, watching him with worry written all over her face. “Jace, you need to breathe,” she said softly, holding out a glass of water. “Panicking won’t help him.”Jace stopped, turning to her. “He’s in jail, Sasha! How do you expect me to stay calm?” His voice cracked slightly, frustration and fear twisting together. “They said he killed someone. River. The man who risked his life for me.”“I know,” Sasha said gently, standing up and walking closer. “But there has to be an explanation. We’ll find it. You just have to keep your head clear right now.”He stared at her, eyes wild. “An explanation? They’re calling him a murderer, Sasha. The press is already spinning this into a c
The morning light filtered through the tall glass windows of Jace’s office, throwing soft golden stripes across his desk. He was reviewing a few files when Sasha walked in with two cups of coffee in hand. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she looked far too cheerful for someone who’d spent half the night watching The Vampire Diaries.“Good morning, boss,” she said with a grin, placing a cup on his desk.Jace looked up and smiled slightly. “You’re in a good mood today.”Sasha shrugged, sitting down across from him. “Maybe because I finally got some proper sleep. And maybe because someone made me breakfast this morning.”Jace leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “Someone named Leo, perhaps?”Her cheeks turned pink instantly. “I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t have to.” He smirked. “It’s written all over your face.”Sasha sighed dramatically, hiding behind her coffee cup. “Fine. Maybe I do like him a little.”Jace chuckled. “A little? Sasha, you were blushing so hard last night I thoug
The night had already fallen by the time River and Jace reached Sasha’s apartment. The drive there had been silent, Jace kept glancing out the window, worry written all over his face, while River gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw set. The streetlights passed in streaks of gold and white, their glow flickering against the tension that filled the car.When they pulled up to Sasha’s building, Jace didn’t even wait for River to stop the engine before stepping out. The cold night air hit his face as he hurried toward the front door, his heart thumping hard. River followed close behind, scanning the surroundings out of habit, every muscle alert.Jace pressed the bell. No answer.He frowned and knocked this time. Still nothing.“Maybe she’s resting,” River said quietly, but even he sounded unsure.Jace tried again. “Sasha?” he called through the door. “It’s Jace, and River. Can you open up?”There was no response. He exchanged a glance with River, concern deepening. “Something’s of






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