تسجيل الدخولRydan’s POVI played it again from the beginning.The figure was there in the first clip, which I had missed on the initial watch because my attention had been on Franklin in the foreground, which was where my attention went by default when Franklin was in a frame. But the second time through, knowing where to look, the figure resolved itself from background noise into something deliberate.Same position across the clips. Not exactly the same physical location, the academy was a large space and the footage came from different areas of it across different days. But the same quality of presence. The same stillness against the movement of everything else. Always at the edge of frame, always positioned where Franklin was positioned, always with that specific orientation that had nothing to do with the activity happening between them.He had been there the whole season.I went through every clip we had. Eleven of them, different dates, different locations within the academy grounds. He was
Rydan’s POVI drove until the driving stopped producing anything useful.That took longer than it should have, because the alternative to driving was returning to the mansion and the mansion was the place where Franklin’s phone was sitting on the bedroom floor and where the damaged sofa and the broken window were and where everything that had happened today would be waiting to be sat with, and I was not ready to sit with any of it.So I drove.I extended my awareness outward the way I had been extending it since I found the phone, pushing it in every direction from the moving car, searching for the specific signal of him. Not a general search, not the broad sweep I used when I was monitoring a perimeter. The targeted, concentrated reach of something looking for one specific thing among everything else, the particular quality of Franklin that I had spent months learning and could have identified in a crowded room with my eyes closed.Nothing came back.Block after block, street after s
Franklin’s POVThe rod made a specific sound before it landed.A short displacement of air, barely a fraction of a second of warning, and then the impact arrived and the warning became irrelevant. Ethan swung it with the casual force of someone who had done this enough times that effort wasn’t required, the way you used a tool you were comfortable with. He wasn’t angry. That was the part that made it worse. He was composed throughout, his face carrying the mild concentration of someone completing a task on a list, and he laughed between the hits at things that had no obvious humour in them, which was the laugh of someone enjoying a situation rather than responding to anything specific within it.I stopped making sounds after the third hit.Not because I had decided to. Because the body made that decision when it understood that the sounds were producing nothing except satisfaction in the person causing the reason for them. I bit down on the inside of my cheek and fixed my eyes on the
Franklin’s POVThe first thing I registered was the chair.Not the room, not the light, not the specific situation I was in. The chair, because the chair was what my body was communicating most urgently about, the way my wrists were positioned behind me and what the positioning was doing to my shoulders, the particular deep ache of someone who had been in the same constrained posture for long enough that the muscles had stopped protesting individually and had started protesting as a collective.I opened my eyes.The room was the kind of room that didn’t want to be identified. No windows, or none that were uncovered. A single light source from above, the harsh flat kind that didn’t flatter anything and wasn’t trying to. Concrete walls that had been painted once and hadn’t been painted since. The smell of a space that was used for purposes rather than inhabited, the particular institutional smell of somewhere that only mattered for what happened in it.I pulled at the rope on my wrists.
Rydan’s POV“Neither,” I said.The word sat in the room and Ethan’s voice received it with a pause that communicated he had not expected it as the first response.“Neither option,” I said again, in case the first time hadn’t been sufficiently clear.The laugh came through the device with the specific quality of genuine amusement rather than performed dismissal. Not the short, sharp laugh of someone covering discomfort. The real kind, the kind that came from a person who found something unexpectedly entertaining and wasn’t bothering to manage it.“You understand what that means for him,” Ethan said, when the laugh had run its course.“I understand what you’ve said it means,” I said. “Those are different things.”“Rydan.” His voice dropped the amusement and found something more direct underneath it. “I have been doing this for a long time. I have sat across from things considerably older and more capable than you and watched them make the same calculation you’re making right now. The ca
Rydan’s POVI turned from the window and moved toward the gate.The man from the street was faster than the distance between us should have allowed. He was on me before I had cleared the path, his weight hitting me from behind with the full momentum of something that had been built for exactly this kind of impact, and the ground came up again for the second time in ten minutes and my face reacquainted itself with the pavement at close range.His grip was around both my arms this time, pinning them, and the axe was somewhere I couldn’t see it, which was the part that required immediate attention.I worked against the hold.Not with panic, not with the blind thrashing of someone overwhelmed. With the methodical, incremental pressure of someone who understood leverage and had three centuries of understanding where to apply it. I found the angle where his grip was weakest and I drove into it and the hold broke in stages, first one arm and then the other, and I was upright before he had co
Karl’s POVI’d been with Rowan since before dawn.We’d met at the abandoned warehouse as planned, and I’d spent hours watching him pace and fidget, clearly terrified of both me and whoever was using him.“They’re going to attack you,” I said, breaking the silence. “The people investigating these mu
Karl’s POVThe figure in the shadows was wrong.Not just unfamiliar… actively wrong. The shape kept shifting slightly, like I was looking at it through distorted glass. One moment it seemed tall, the next shorter. Features that should have been clear remained blurred no matter how hard I focused.G
Karl’s POVI’d been watching Rowan all day.From a distance, staying out of sight, tracking his movements around campus. So far, nothing suspicious. He went to classes, sat alone in the library, grabbed food from the cafeteria. Normal student behavior.Too normal, maybe. Like he was performing the
Calen’s POVHeat flooded through my body at Karl’s words, the promise in them unmistakable. I wanted to skip class entirely, to follow him back to his apartment right now and show him exactly how much those three words meant to me.But Karl was already walking away, and I had responsibilities, clas






