MasukNoah came back from his morning run around the boardwalk with his hair sticking to his forehead and his grey tank top soaked through with sweat. The wooden planks had been warm under his running shoes, and his lungs felt clear for the first time in weeks.
He slowed down to a walk as he reached the lower deck, resting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. Inside the glass doors, Cassian was sitting cross-legged on the rug in the living room. He had three small dark boxes laid out arouThe hum of the emergency backup battery in the hallway made a low, high-pitched whine against the background noise of the storm.Eli stood near the kitchen island, adjusting the strap of a heavy waterproof flashlight around his wrist. Lucien stepped beside him, pulling on a dark rain jacket and zip-fastening it up to his chin."You're sure about checking the generator room?" Lucien asked softly, looking at Eli."Cassian showed us the log," Eli said, checking the flashlight beam against the floorboards. "The south sliding door sensor registered as open at 11:18 PM. But Thomas was already soaked and dying when he reached the dock. If he didn't swim across half a mile of open ocean in a squall, he got onto this property from somewhere else on the ground."Cassian and Noah stepped out of the back office. Cassian carried his laptop tucked securely into a waterproof sleeve under his arm, while Noah held a heavy brass fire-poker he had grabbed from the fireplace hearth.
Noah stood near the back of the sofa, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his shorts. He hadn't sat down in over an hour. Every few seconds, his foot would tap against the wooden floorboards, a fast, nervous rhythm that he couldn't seem to stop.In the kitchen, Eli and Lucien were sitting together at the island counter, talking in low, muted voices. Lucien was writing notes on a piece of paper, while Eli sat close beside him with his hand resting on Lucien's knee.Cassian was still sitting on the floor by the coffee table. His laptop was open in front of him, the screen casting a steady light onto his face. His fingers were moving across the trackpad, but he wasn't opening new files anymore. He was just clicking between the same three diagnostic windows, closing them, and opening them again.Noah watched him from behind. He saw the tight knot in Cassian's shoulders and the way Cassian kept biting the inside of his lower lip.Noah walked around the sofa, grabbed
The clock on the wall read three in the morning. Outside, the rain continued to beat against the heavy glass walls of the living room, but inside, the four of them sat in complete silence.Noah had fallen asleep on the couch with his shoulder pressed against Cassian. Cassian was still awake, staring blankly at his laptop screen, though his hands had stopped typing an hour ago.In the kitchen, Eli stood by the counter, holding a small metal tray he had pulled from one of the lower drawers. Lucien was standing by the glass doors, staring out into the dark, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His shoulders were drawn tight, and his posture was stiff."Lucien," Eli said softly, keeping his voice down so he wouldn't wake Noah. "Come over here."Lucien didn't move at first. "If this gets out to the press, Eli, it doesn't matter what the truth is. You know how they handle things like this. A dead body inside my house. On my private dock. A man who was publicly yelling a
The engine of their small launch boat cut out as Lucien steered it smoothly into the shelter of the lake house boat slip. The water inside the slip was calm, reflecting the warm yellow glow of the house lights.Cassian stepped off first, securing the bow line around a wooden dock cleat, while Noah grabbed their small bags from the floorboards. Neither of them spoke much as they walked up the boardwalk toward the main entrance. The tension from the party at the resort was still hanging heavily over all four of them."We're going to head upstairs," Noah said, pausing at the glass doors of the living room. He looked at Eli and Lucien, his face quiet and serious. "You guys okay?""We're fine, Noah," Lucien said, giving him a quick nod. "Go get some rest."Noah stood there for a second longer, looking like he wanted to say something else, but Cassian placed a hand on his shoulder, nudging him gently toward the stairs. "Come on. Let's let them have some quiet."Once th
The small private launch boat dropped them off at the wooden pier of the Azure Reef Resort just as the sun finished setting.Eli walked down the wooden steps onto the soft white sand of the resort beach, holding Lucien’s hand. Ahead of them, a wide circle of low wicker lounge chairs and bamboo tables surrounded a large bonfire pit. Fire dancers were spinning flaming torches in rhythm with the low beat of drums near the water’s edge, while guests in casual resort wear milled around the open-air bar."See?" Noah said, catching up to them with his arms stretched out. "I told you coming over here for a couple of hours was a good idea.""It's loud," Cassian noted, though he wasn't complaining. He had left his laptop and tablet back at the lake house, wearing a simple linen shirt and shorts, his hand resting casually against the small of Noah's back."It's fine, Cass," Eli said, turning to look at Lucien. "How are you feeling?"Lucien squeezed Eli's fingers, looking ar
Noah came back from his morning run around the boardwalk with his hair sticking to his forehead and his grey tank top soaked through with sweat. The wooden planks had been warm under his running shoes, and his lungs felt clear for the first time in weeks.He slowed down to a walk as he reached the lower deck, resting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. Inside the glass doors, Cassian was sitting cross-legged on the rug in the living room. He had three small dark boxes laid out around him, along with his laptop, a roll of black tape, and a set of white cables.Noah slid the glass door open, stepping inside onto the cool wood floor. "You've been in that exact spot since seven in the morning, Cass."Cassian didn't look up right away. His fingers were moving quickly over his laptop keyboard, typing in a series of numbers before he finally reached over to plug a short blue cable into the back of a small metal box. "It's nine-thirty. And I had to sync the local door loc
The photo dropped at seven forty-three in the morning.@saintaurelius_confessions: a slightly grainy shot of Café Maren’s corner table, two figures leaning slightly toward each other over coffee cups, one of them unmistakably Lucien Vale. The caption underneath was short and did not try to be subtl
On Thursday morning, Lucien sent Eli a text; ‘Café Maren on Saturday by 2pm, don’t be late’Eli’s reply came four minutes later; ‘okay but just so you know I’ve never been late for anything in my life’And then, thirty seconds after that;‘also good morning’Lucien stared at the message on his phon
He arrived at the gates at seven fifty-two, thirty minutes earlier than usual, Cassian appeared at his shoulder with coffee and said nothing, which made Lucien more uneasy.There were a few athletes, some first years, and a thin morning crowd that was totally normal.Then he saw him.Eli Thorne was
“You’re going to get eaten alive.”“Good morning to you too.” Eli Thorne dropped his bag onto the bed nearest to the window and looked around the room. Two beds, two desks, one wardrobe that was clearly already claimed, and a view of a beautiful courtyard. He loved it at Saint Aurelius from the sta







