로그인Lumi POVThe hallway outside Wren’s room had already started to feel too small by the time the nurse stepped aside and let us in. Nobody spoke on the way there. Caius moved first, all hard angles and bruised pride, with Eleanor just behind him, her heels clicking like she was still trying to keep control of the situation by sound alone. Brianna lingered near the back, arms folded tight across her chest, her face unreadable in that way people got when they were trying very hard not to pick a side. Briggs stayed beside me the whole walk, close enough that I could feel the heat of him even through the thin sleeve of my blouse.The door opened on a wash of white light and disinfectant.Wren was propped up in bed, hair loose around her shoulders, IV line taped to the back of her hand, her face still pale in that theatrical way some people wore weakness like jewelry. A half-full cup of water sat on the bedside table untouched. The room was quiet except for the faint beeping of the monitor
Lumi POVThe engine hummed low as Briggs drove, one hand loose on the wheel and the other tapping the gear shift like he couldn’t quite sit still. I stared out the window at the passing storefronts, their lights blurring into streaks, but my mind kept looping back to what he’d said twenty minutes earlier. “Just wait at the hotel,” he’d told me, voice flat, eyes already on the door like the conversation was over. I’d shaken my head right there in the hallway of his penthouse, fingers curling around the strap of my bag. “I’m not staying behind while you walk into that hospital alone,” I’d answered, and the way his jaw had clenched told me he’d expected the pushback. Now the refusal sat between us in the car like another passenger, thick and unspoken.My cheek still pulsed where Caius had hit me, a warm throb that made me press my tongue against the inside of my mouth every few seconds just to feel something else. Briggs didn’t look at me, but the muscle in his forearm jumped when
Clover POVI woke up feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull and then set the pieces on fire. The hotel room spun in lazy circles around me, the cheap curtains doing nothing to block the brutal morning light that stabbed straight into my retinas. My mouth tasted like regret and bits of whiskey, and every heartbeat sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through my gut. I knew I’d left with someone last night—the ache in my thighs and the faint scent of unfamiliar perfume on the sheets told me that much—but the details stayed stubbornly out of reach. My smaller senses, though, were screaming that it was Cameroon. That same reckless, familiar pull I always regretted. Fury bubbled up fast, hot and bitter, because of course he’d wormed his way back into my life even when I swore I was done.I rolled over slowly, the sheets tangling around my legs, and spotted the figure lying beside me. Broad shoulders, short dark hair, facing the other way like they were still asleep. My
Briggs POVI gripped the steering wheel tighter as I sped toward the apartment, the video looping in my head like a bad reel I couldn’t shut off. Wren on the floor, blood at her mouth, my mother’s voice screaming that Lumi had kicked her. It didn’t add up, but the image burned anyway, and every red light felt like it was mocking me. My knuckles ached from how hard I was holding on, and I kept glancing at the phone in the cupholder like it might ring again with worse news. Traffic crawled in front of me, horns blaring somewhere distant, but all I could focus on was the way my chest kept tightening with every mile. What the hell had happened in the time it took me to leave Dara’s office? The doubt sat heavy in my chest, making it hard to breathe right. I replayed the thumbnail again in my mind, trying to spot anything off, but it only made the panic climb higher.I parked crooked in the lot and took the stairs two at a time, heart hammering against my ribs. The door was ajar, which m
Lumi POVThe trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth looked too real for something staged, yet the way she’d crumpled felt rehearsed. My cheek still burned from her slap, it was as if she mapped my face with her hand, and my hand still hovered in mid-air where I’d been ready to swing back. The apartment that had felt like a safe little bubble with Briggs now felt like a crime scene. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen suddenly seemed deafening, and I could smell the opened chips turning soggy on the counter. My legs felt like they might give out any second, but I couldn’t look away from Wren’s still form.“What the hell do y’all think you’re doing?” I yelled, my voice cracking louder than I meant it to. The words echoed off the walls and came back to me sounding small and desperate.Eleanor didn’t even flinch. She kept the phone raised, the red recording light still blinking. Wren stayed perfectly still, one hand loosely curled near her stomach like she was protectin
Briggs POVI pulled into the parking lot outside Dara’s office building and killed the engine. The place looked exactly like what it was—a sleek, modern therapist’s suite with glass doors and those calming beige walls that were supposed to make you forget you were spilling your guts to a stranger. I hadn’t planned on coming here today, but after the conversation with Lumi about Dara showing up at Clover’s spa and claiming some kind of connection, the whole thing sat wrong in my gut. I needed to shut this down before it got any messier. The midday sun bounced off the windshield as I sat there for an extra minute, tapping the steering wheel. Part of me wondered if I was overreacting, but the other part—the louder part—kept replaying how quickly Dara had slipped into Lumi’s world and now Clover’s. It felt too neat, like she was collecting pieces of my life without asking.The receptionist barely glanced up when I walked in. “Hello sir, she’s with a client now, but she should be free i







