MasukCHAPTER 77CALLIE ENDURING IT ALLPressure changed shape when it stayed too long. At first, it was sharp, clean, almost surgical. Fear with edges. Pain you could catalogue. I could survive that. I knew how to catalogue pain. I’d been doing it most of my life. But after a while, pressure stopped cutting and started sinking.It settled into my bones. My joints. The soft spaces between thoughts. It became weight instead of force, gravity instead of impact. It didn’t demand anything loudly. It just waited. I learned that quickly in the chair.The room hadn’t changed. It was still cold enough to make my teeth chatter when I stopped moving. Still empty enough that my own breathing sounded intrusive. Still quiet in a way that pressed in on my ears until I almost missed screaming.Almost. I didn’t scream. I talked instead. Not out loud, not to Alessandro, not to the walls, not to the guards who pretended they couldn’t hear me breat
CHAPTER 76SANTIAGOHOPING FOR THE BESTI watched Matteo walk out like he’d just volunteered to be a sacrifice no one had formally agreed to. I still don't agree with it. The door closed behind him with a quiet finality that felt louder than any slam. I stood there for a second too long, staring at the empty space where he’d been, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.I hated this part. I hated standing still while everything inside me screamed to move. I hated plans that depended on restraint. I hated monsters who thought patience was power. And most of all, I hated that Matteo was right.Sienna broke the silence first. “You’re shaking.”“I’m fine,” I snapped automatically.She didn’t rise to it. She just crossed her arms and looked at me the way she always did when she knew I was lying,to her and to myself. “You’re one bad thought away from punching a wall.”“That’s an improvement,” I muttered. “Yesterday I w
CHAPTER 75MARCOTHE TIES THAT HOLDS I went back to the lower study. The study smelled the same as it always did: mahogany, leather, and the faint metallic tang of power. I sat on the edge of the chair, hands pressed against my knees, staring at the floor. Silence stretched, thick and suffocating, but I could feel her, the bond pulsing faintly, muted by my father’s wards, but alive. Callie was alive. That was enough. For now.Travis stepped into the room quietly, hands loose at his sides. The man had always carried himself like a shadow that could either protect or suffocate you, and right now I needed him to be both.“You’re quiet,” he said, leaning against the table. The dim light caught the sharp planes of his face. He wasn’t smiling, but I could read the amusement in the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Not a good sign for anyone.”“Quiet isn’t the problem,” I said, keeping my voice low. “It’s the things I can’t do
CHAPTER 74INCREASING FEARMATTEOI watched Santiago pace like a caged animal long after the argument burned itself out. He did that when he was trying not to explode…tight turns, clipped steps, hands opening and closing like he was measuring the distance between restraint and violence. The kitchen felt smaller with him in it, walls pressing inward, air thick with everything we weren’t saying. I leaned back against the counter and stayed still. Someone had to.“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” I said eventually.He shot me a look sharp enough to cut. “You got jokes now?”“No,” I replied evenly. “I’ve got nerves. Different thing.”Sienna had retreated to the couch, legs tucked under her, eyes unfocused. She was listening to something none of us could hear. The bond, the echoes, the static. Every few minutes her fingers twitched, like she was trying to grab a signal slipping through water.The silen
CHAPTER 73CALLIESHAPE OF PRESSURE I learned very quickly that freedom didn’t feel the way people described it.It didn’t feel light. It didn’t feel relieving. It didn’t feel like air rushing back into my lungs after drowning. If anything, it felt sharp. Too sharp. Like stepping out of a dark room into sunlight so bright it made your eyes ache.The door opened. No knock. No warning. Just the sound of metal moving and the shift in air that told me the east wing was about to remind me who was in control. I was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to my chest, counting the cracks in the wall for the hundredth time, when Helena stepped in.She wasn’t wearing grey today. She wore white. That scared me more than Alessandro ever did.“You’re leaving the room,” she said.I stared at her. “That’s it? No conditions? No threats?”Her mouth tightened. “Briefly.” There it was. I stood slowly, legs stiff from disuse. “
CHAPTER 72SANTIAGODAY FIVEOne, two, three, four! And by the fifth day, the panic that surged through my being stopped begging loud. It progressed into something quiet, sharp and methodical. The kind that sits in your chest and counts seconds instead of screaming. And that was worse. I stood in the kitchen staring at Callie’s mug—the ugly chipped one she refused to throw away because “it has character.” My fingers tightened around the handle until the ceramic creaked.Five days.Five fucking days and not a single word.“She’s not late anymore,” I said quietly. “She’s gone.”Sienna looked up from the table so fast her chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Don’t say that.”“I’m not being dramatic,” I snapped. “I’m being realistic.”Matteo leaned against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. He hadn’t slept. None of us had. It showed on him the most—dark shadows under his eyes, the constant







