LOGINOn 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 phone, put his phone face down on his desk and went back to his reading, but there was a slight smile on his lips that he didn’t know he was wearing.
Eli spent Friday trying not to think about Saturday, he failed completely.
“You’re doing the thing,” Noah said, not looking up from his laptop.
“What thing?”
“The thing where you’re very busy doing nothing.”
Eli was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling with his shoes still on.
“I’m resting.”
“You’ve been resting for forty minutes and you keep checking your phone.”
“Noah.”
“You know this is going to hurt, right?” Noah said and Eli was quiet for a moment.
He thought about the stairwell, about Lucien standing in the doorway saying you’re in my way but the meanness didn’t seem so authentic to him.
“Yeah,” Eli said. “Probably.”
“And you’re still going?”
“It’s just coffee.” Eli replied.
Noah returned to his laptop.
Café Maren was ten minutes from campus, and had been there long enough to stop caring about impressing anyone.
Lucien was already there when Eli arrived, sitting at a corner table with his blazer still on and a black coffee in front of him, reading something on his phone.
He looked up when Eli walked in.
“You’re early,” Lucien said.
“I told you.” Eli dropped into the chair across from him “Never late.”
The server came. Eli ordered a latte and a slice of whatever the cake of the day was without looking at the menu, which made Lucien glance at him.
“You’re not going to ask what it is?”
“If it’s bad I’ll know for next time.” Eli shrugged.
“I like trying things.”
Lucien looked at him for a moment, then back at his coffee.
“Harland looked at me today like I’d personally offended him,” Eli said. “I was early.”
“He looks at everyone like that.” Lucien replied.
“You know Harland?”
“I know everyone.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
Lucien said nothing, which was its own kind of answer.
Eli looked at Lucien’s cup. “Black coffee, no sugar?”
“Yes.”
“That’s sad.”
“It’s coffee.”
“It’s a punishment you’ve decided is a preference.” Eli tilted his head. “When did you last have it with milk?”
Lucien opened his mouth to reply then closed it.
Eli pointed at him. “Exactly.”
“My mother put too much milk in it,” Lucien said, it sounded flat. “I used to complain about it.”
Eli didn’t soften or look at him with pity.
“She had good taste then,” Eli said.
Then he laughed at his own terrible response, and Lucien couldn't help but notice his dark curls falling forward, the way his amber eyes squinted, and his adorable freckles suddenly more visible across his nose.
Lucien smiled before he could stop it, neither of them said anything, they just stared. Eli looked at the sharp line of Lucien’s jaw, his green eyes that contradicted his red hair. He felt the heat crawl up his cheeks, Lucien looked away first, sipping his black coffee and looking out the glass window.
They were outside the café, about to head back, when Adrian Cross appeared.
Eli saw him first, tall, dark-jacketed, he was handsome in a deliberate way, and he smiled when he saw Lucien, like he was running into an old friend.
“Vale.” He stopped right in front of them, his hands were in his pockets, gaze moving to Eli with an assessing eye.
“Didn’t know you were coming here today.”
“Adrian,” Lucien said, with his voice flat and Eli noticed.
“This must be the famous freshman,” Adrian said, turning that warm smile fully on Eli, up close it was even more convincing.
“I heard about the gates. Everyone did.” He extended a hand.
“Adrian Cross. Fencing captain.”
“Eli Thorne.” Eli shook it.
“Track, right? Scholarship?” He said it pleasantly, like a compliment.
“Impressive. Saint Aurelius doesn’t give those out easily.”
“So I’ve been told.” Eli replied with a tight smile.
Adrian looked at Lucien with a certain familiarity Eli couldn’t quite put his fingers on.
“Didn’t know you’d developed a type, Luce,” he said lightly.
“More athletic, I see.” There was a small pause.
“People change,” Lucien said, and Eli wondered what that meant.
“Do they?” Adrian’s smile didn’t change, he looked at Eli one more time, with a warm expression that was unreadable.
“Enjoy your afternoon. Both of you.” He said and walked past them.
“Old friend?” Eli asked.
“Something like that.” Lucien replied displeased.
Eli looked in the direction Adrian had gone, there was something he couldn’t quite place, something in the way Adrian had looked at him, it was unsettling..
Day three of thirty
Twenty-seven to go
The 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
Lucien told himself he was taking a different route. The south path ran parallel to the athletics track and he used it sometimes when the east corridor was congested, which it was on Thursdays, which was why he was here, which had nothing to do with anything else. He told himself that, then he saw
The back office was dark. Lucien stood by the oak desk with his phone pressed to his ear, his jaw set. Across the room, Cassian leaned against the closed door, his usual lazy posture entirely gone."Did you find who sent it?" Lucien asked."The numbers were routed through a regional relay down in t
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







