تسجيل الدخولFranklin’s POVI didn’t look back to confirm who it was.The voice was enough, male and familiar in the specific way of someone from a life I had deliberately put distance between myself and, and my body made the decision before my mind had finished the deliberation. I pulled my jacket closer and turned away from the sound and walked in the opposite direction with the focused purpose of someone who had somewhere to be, even though the only place I had to be was the small flat at the end of a street that nobody in my previous life knew existed.I walked until the restaurant was well behind me and then I kept walking because stopping felt like giving whatever that was a chance to catch up, and I didn’t have the capacity for a conversation with anyone from before. Not today, not with the job offer still warm in my hand and the fragile, provisional quality of the afternoon sitting around it like something I didn’t want disturbed.The flat received me the way it had been receiving me all w
Franklin’s POVThe knock came at seven-fifteen and pulled me out of a sleep that had not been doing me any particular favours anyway.I had been somewhere between properly asleep and the frustrating shallow version that left you more tired than when you closed your eyes, and the knock was almost a relief in the sense that it gave me permission to stop pretending the night was going to improve. I pulled on a shirt and went to the door.Mr Okafor from next door was standing in the hallway with a covered plate in both hands and the expression of a man who had decided that his neighbour looked like someone who needed feeding and had acted on that decision before consulting the neighbour.He was seventy-something, retired, with the particular energy of a person who had more warmth than he had people to direct it at. He had introduced himself three days ago when I arrived at this building with one bag and the general appearance of someone who had recently made a series of large decisions an
Rydan’s POVI didn’t think about it.The bag hit the floor of the room and I was down the stairs and through the front door before the rational part of me had assembled an argument for or against. The gate opened faster than it was designed to open and the teenager was already moving, which meant he had been watching the window and had seen me see him and had made the correct assessment that staying was the wrong choice.He was fast for his age.Not fast enough.I kept enough distance between us to look like pursuit rather than interception, managing my own speed the way I managed it in public spaces, staying within the range of explainable. He cut left at the first corner and right at the second and I followed both turns without losing him, and the streets around us thinned from residential to the kind of area that residential streets backed onto and nobody walked through deliberately.The warehouse had been empty for long enough that the building had started the slow process of forg
Rydan’s POVOne week was not a long time by any reasonable measure.I had lived through centuries of things and one week was nothing, an increment so small it barely registered against that kind of scale. I knew this. I held it as a fact in the part of my mind that dealt in facts and timelines and the rational organisation of experience.The rest of me was not consulting that part.The gym had been my solution to the particular problem of having too much in my body with nowhere to put it. Not the academy gym, obviously. A commercial place three streets from the mansion, the kind with enough members that one more unfamiliar face didn’t produce questions. I had been coming every morning for four days, arriving early enough that the crowd was thin and leaving before it thickened, and it had been working in the limited way that physical effort worked on things that were not physical problems.I was mid-set when I felt the shift in the room.Not a sound exactly. The quality of attention ch
Rydan’s POVThe traffic had no interest in my timeline.I sat in it for forty minutes on a stretch of road that should have taken twelve, watching the minutes stack up on the dashboard clock with the specific frustration of someone who had left with sufficient time and was now watching that time dissolve through no fault of their own. By the time the court building came into view, the session was already scheduled to have started.I came through the entrance fast and followed the signs to the correct room and pushed through the heavy door at the back of the courtroom and the sound of it opening made heads turn.Franklin was already seated.He was at the table to the left, beside a representative who had the look of someone provided rather than chosen, and when the door opened he glanced back the way anyone glanced at a door that interrupted a quiet room. Our eyes met for the length of time it took him to decide not to hold it, and then he faced forward and the back of his head was wha
Rydan’s POVThe woman left the way people left when they had delivered something and wanted to be somewhere else before the delivery landed.I watched her go and then I looked at Franklin and the look on his face was not the look of someone who had just received ordinary information. Something had shifted in the few seconds of that whispered exchange, a quality I had learned to read in him over months of reading him, and what I was reading now was the particular tightness of someone who was processing something they hadn’t expected.I crossed the corridor.My hand found his jacket and his back met the wall and the movement was faster than I had intended, which was becoming a pattern I was aware of and not proud of. I held him there and looked at his face and kept my voice low because the corridor had ears in the form of cameras and personnel and I was not going to give anyone in this building more than they already had.“What did she say to you?” I said.“Let go of me,” he said.“What
Calen’s POV“Karl, wait…” I started, but he cut me off.“Stay out of this, Calen.” Karl’s eyes were still fixed on Morrison. “You’re making a huge mistake getting involved with him. He’s dangerous in ways you don’t understand.”Anger flared hot in my chest. “Stop it. Stop acting like I can’t make m
Calen’s POVI hated my body for betraying me like that.All I’d wanted was to push Karl away, tell him off, stand firm in my anger and hurt and finally have some self-respect and refuse to be used.Instead, I’d melted the second he touched me. Let him fuck me against the pool bench while whispering
Calen’s POVTime stopped.Sophia stood in Karl’s doorway wearing an oversized t-shirt that clearly wasn’t hers. Her hair was messy, like she’d just woken up. Like she’d spent the night here.“What are you doing here?” she demanded, crossing her arms.The question snapped me out of my shock. “What a
Calen’s POVThe words echoed in my head, impossible and terrifying.‘He’ll try to kill you.’“Can I leave?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please. I need to go.”Morrison looked at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Of course. You’re free to leave whenever you want.” He paused,






