LOGINRydan’s POVI let go of him.Not because he had given me what I needed… he hadn’t, not really. Three words and the confirmation that there were eyes on us in places I hadn’t yet mapped. But holding a frightened teenager against a wall until he gave me more wasn’t something I was going to do, and the look in his eyes told me that more wasn’t something he was currently capable of giving regardless of how long I held him there.I stepped back.He stayed against the wall for a moment, surprised by the release. Then he was moving, fast in the way of someone who has been given an exit and intends to use it before the exit changes its mind. He was around the corner and gone before I had taken two steps toward the street.I didn’t follow him.I stood in the gap between the buildings for a moment and let the information organise itself into something I could work with. They were watching. Not just at the mansion, not just at the academy, not just in the specific locations we had moved through
Rydan’s POVI put my hand on his back and kept it there.“I’m here,” I said. “You’re in the room. You’re safe.”He was still pressing his fingers to his throat, which told me that wherever he had been in the dream had felt physical enough to leave a residue in his body that his waking mind hadn’t fully separated from yet. I watched him breathe and kept my hand where it was and let the room do its work… the lamp, the familiar walls, the weight of Bruno repositioning himself at the end of the bed with the small sounds of a dog adjusting.Gradually, the quality of Franklin’s breathing changed.Not calmed exactly… the kind of breath that came after something and knew it had come after something, but had reached the other side of the worst of it. He lowered his hands from his throat.“She was real,” he said. “That’s what it felt like.”“I know,” I said. “Dreams like that feel that way.”He looked at me and I could see him deciding whether to push back on that characterisation, and then dec
Rydan's POVI was on my feet before the movement had fully registered as a decision.Three centuries had produced, among other things, the ability to move from stillness to action without the intermediate stage that most people required. I was across the parlour and at the point where the shadow met the lamplight’s edge before the figure had finished passing through it.Nothing.The shadow was just shadow. The wall behind it was just wall. I stood in the dark section of the parlour and read the air in every direction and found nothing that should not have been there… no trace, no warmth, no signature of any kind. The space was clean in the complete, deliberate way that these spaces kept being clean, as if whatever moved through them had learned, specifically, how to leave nothing behind.I went back to the sofa.I sat. I looked at the screen. The film was still running, the characters going through their business with the cheerful indifference of people who existed only in lit, warm r
Rydan’s POVThe car came from nowhere and from everywhere at the same time.That was how it felt in the half-second between Franklin’s warning and the moment my hands found the wheel properly… the headlights filling the windscreen from the right, the particular too-fast approach of something that had either not seen us or had decided not to stop, and then my foot on the brake and my arms turning hard and the car responding with the reluctant obedience of two tonnes of metal being asked to do something it wasn’t naturally inclined toward.The old lady on the road’s edge had not moved.She was at the crosswalk with a shopping bag in each hand, frozen in the lights, and the car went close enough that I felt the air displacement on my side of the window as we passed. The tyres complained against the road surface and then we were stopped, engine running, angled across the lane we had been in with the nose pointing somewhere between our original direction and the pavement.The old lady was
Rydan’s POVI stood in the doorway and looked at twelve people on their knees and waited for the room to explain itself to me.Joel was the one who spoke first, which made sense… Joel was usually the one who spoke first when the team had collectively arrived at something and needed a person to carry it out loud.“We were wrong,” he said. “About a lot of things. This season.” He paused, and the pause had the quality of something rehearsed briefly and imperfectly. “You’ve been carrying this team when most of us were making it harder. We know that now.”Around him, the others were looking at the floor or at me, depending on how much they had made peace with what they were doing.I looked at them for a moment. At the floor, at the particular quality of twelve people doing something uncomfortable because they had decided it was necessary.“Get up,” I said.They got up.I accepted the apology in the way I accepted most things… simply, without making it the centrepiece of more time than it r
Rydan’s POVThe crowd noise changed the moment I crossed onto the field.Not the recognition sound, not the energy that came from a play developing… the specific surprised noise of an audience processing something unexpected. I heard it as information and filed it and kept moving, because the only thing that mattered in the immediate present was the rival captain and Franklin and the distance between where Franklin had gone down and where I currently was.Franklin’s voice came through all of it.“Rydan.”Not calling for help. Saying my name the way he said it when he was trying to contain a situation rather than escalate it, the particular warning register I had learned to read accurately over months of learning to read him.I stopped in front of the rival captain.He was bigger than me in the way some people were bigger, the kind of physical presence that was intended to communicate something. He looked at me with the assessment of someone deciding what I was.I looked back at him an
Franklin’s POVMy legs made the decision before my brain did.One second I was standing in the doorway of the changing room, and the next I was turning, moving fast, trying to put as much distance between myself and what I had just seen as my legs would allow. The image was already burned behind my
Calen’s POVThe professor was talking about coastal erosion patterns, drawing diagrams on the board with a yellow chalk he always used, and I hadn’t heard a single word he’d said in the last twenty minutes.My notebook sat open in front of me, blank except for the date I’d written at the top out of
Calen’s POVI knew it was wrong.Knew I shouldn’t eavesdrop on Karl’s private conversation. But the doubt eating at me was too strong to ignore.I moved quietly to the glass door, standing just close enough to hear without being obvious about it.Karl’s voice was low, tense. “…can’t keep doing this
Calen’s POVI woke up to an empty bed again, but this time instead of panic, I felt the pleasant ache in my muscles that reminded me exactly why I was alone.Last night. The shower. The way Karl had…Heat flooded my face just thinking about it. I buried my face in the pillow, grinning like an idiot







