FAZER LOGINCeline's POVThe kitchen was noisy in the way it always was on school mornings.Victor was eating cereal with the particular energy of an eight year old who had concluded that breakfast was a performance and thus not a meal, talking to Grace about something that involved many sound effects. Grace was ignoring him with the dull patience of a fourteen year old who had been ignoring her brother his whole life and became expert at it. She had her sketchbook set against the fruit bowl and was drawing without looking up, which meant that she had either finished eating or forgotten that she was eating, either of which was equally possible with her.I was standing at the counter with my second coffee, going through the foundation schedule on my phone and listening to all of it — in that specific way a mother of three listens, by now years into learning that full attention is a resource worth deploying selectively.Hope was not down yet.That was not unusual in itself. Hope at seventeen functi
Caelum's POVHope asked why Celine could not get up.I told her it three times over the first week, in different iterations, adjusted each time to what she appeared to digest and where she dropped the thread. The baby required close supervision right now, I told her. Mama was doing the most important work there was, and that work demanded she not move. She processed this information each time with the focused seriousness she applied to things that were vexing her, and each time come back to the same conclusion.She would carefully climb onto the bed and sit next to Celine, telling her she was doing a good job.The first time this happened Celine looked over Hope’s head at me with the kind of expression I didn’t have a word for. Something so close to being undone but on the right side of it.I had been managing the household for years in the operational sense, the logistics of safety and movement and security, but the daily texture of it, the meals and the laundry and getting Hope dres
Celine's POVI stared at the bonds for a long time and said nothing.Paper and numbers. The physical evidence of fifty million dollars that had once been Vivienne’s money, then become Victor’s dupery, now reached here as the attempt for something that a dead man could not name cleanly. Caelum sat opposite me with his hands flat on the table and his jaw set in that way it got when he’d already made his mind up about something.“I want to destroy it,” he told the committee."All of it.""All of it. I do not want his money. I do not want his amends. I do not want his any version in our life including the financial version.”I understood that. I experienced the gravity of that and I did not ignore it. But I looked at those bonds and thought of Hope sleeping in the next room, and the child I had been carrying silently for three weeks, which we hadn’t told anyone about yet."It is for Hope," I said. "That is what he said. It is not for you or for me. It is for her future."“His blood money
Caelum's POVI covered Celine as the third shot came through what was left of the front window and reaped a chunk out of the wall behind where we had been standing.It was loud with it, glass and plaster and the particular brand of chaos that belonged to the experience of being inside a building while under fire, how sound reverberated off hard surfaces and took on a plastic-wrapped quality that made it difficult to use as navigation. I flattened Celine behind the couch with my finger on my own weapon and made a quick assessment of the angles.Victor was at the secret stash, moving with an efficiency and speed that did not belong to a man who had spent twenty five years living quietly in a suburb but I opened for just a second the question of what those twenty five years had actually consisted of and then I closed it shut again because this was not the time."Expecting what exactly," I said."This." He found the window, opened it a crack and gazed out in the measured way of someone wh
Celine's POVThe name dropped in the room and was here to stay.I saw it land on Caelum the way you see a thing hit water, the first splash and then rings spreading away from it, altering all it touched. He did not move for a moment. He sat with his phone in hand and the call already finished, staring at a point halfway between himself and the wall across.I did not speak. I had learned, in the time I had spent next to this man, that certain moments were ones you walked into with caution and that the first act was simply to be there in them without encumbering them.He told me what Chen had said in the unemotional flat style with which he delivered things that were too big to be matched by their delivery. His father. Victor Morano. Dead twenty five years, or rather dead, buried in a grave Caelum had stood beside at fifteen in a suit two sizes too big and with Vivienne's hand on his shoulder and no one standing beside him who was there for him instead of for the sake of her performance
Caelum's POVWhen I spotted the vest, I froze.Everyone stopped. The kind of stop that required no command, that arrived from the simultaneous realization of an object that shifted the parameters of the room. I heard Kent's breath go out once, controlled, then nothing behind me. I still, also Ryker to my right. At the south entry, also still, Vivienne’s people.Dmitri was standing in the middle of the floor and looking around at all of us with the patience of someone who had been waiting, and he was glad the waiting had come to an end.I ran the arithmetic. Increasing blast radius from that size vest in a confined space, everyone in the building. His thumb already rested on the detonator and his hand was steady in a way that told me the steadiness was not performance. A shot to the head wouldn’t stop the detonation if his hand closed by reflex. A shot to the hand could, given the right circumstances, but those necessary conditions would entail distance and angle and time, all of which
Caelum's POVI glared down at the black invitation in my hand, flames of fury roiling through me so hot I could barely focus.Vivienne had done this. Had advertised Celine to every important family in sight, without either asking my permission or even informing me. In the most public way imaginable
Caelum's POVThe bullet hit like a truck.I felt it go through my back, felt something tear and snap in there. It sent me sprawling forward, my hands falling from Nikolai's throat and flying back to grab at the hole.Then I was falling.Hit the concrete face first. Tasted blood and dust.Couldn't b
Celine's POVFlashback – Earlier That MorningI woke up cold and alone.Beside him on the spot where Caelum had been lying was vacant, his bed sheets cool. He'd been gone for a while.I rose cautiously to a sitting posture, and my bones creaked. The cabin was quiet. Too quiet."Caelum?" I called ou
Celine's POVThe woman stood outside the black car like she owned it all. Maybe she did.She was graceful in a way no amount of money could buy, the grace born of generations of breeding and power. She is probably in her sixties, with dark hair streaked with silver pulled back into a perfect chigno







