LOGINThe drive back across the lower district road was entirely silent. The heater in the rental sedan was completely broken, blowing out a thin, freezing stream of air that did nothing to clear the frost gathering at the edges of the windows.Cassian kept both hands flat against the steering wheel, his green eyes fixed on the empty gray asphalt ahead. His knuckles were raw, the skin split near the joint from where he’d hauled the old chest at the cottage, but he didn't seem to notice the sting. Every few miles, his eyes would instinctively flick to the rearview mirror, tracking the empty back seat where Jason had been lying just an hour ago under the heavy wool blankets.Noah sat in the front passenger seat, his forehead pressed flat against the cold glass of the window. He had his knees drawn up tightly, his canvas track bag wedged between his shins and the dashboard to form a physical wall between himself and the driver’s side. He hadn't said a single word since they closed the cottage
Eli sat on the edge of the kitchen table, his legs dangling over the side as he watched the steady, rhythmic movement of the iron stove’s small air vent. He hadn't slept. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of those black SUVs outside his mother’s fence blurred into the long, sterile hallways of the Saint Aurelius campus, creating a tight, suffocating knot right in the center of his chest. His track trousers were still damp at the cuffs, stiff with dried mountain mud.Lucien was sitting in the wooden chair directly across from him, his chin resting in his palm as he stared at the closed cover of the 2021 ledger. His face looked gray in the early light, the dark circles under his green eyes giving him a hard, hollow appearance. He looked less like the untouchable Senior Liaison and more like a boy who had spent the night counting the minutes until his own family name was destroyed."Noah's been out there for an hour," Eli said, his voice sounding thin and raspy in the cold room.L
The stone cottage was dead cold. Outside, the rain kept up its steady, mindless drumming against the low zinc roof, but inside, the silence just sat there, heavy and thick with the smell of old soot and damp wood. Cassian didn't ask for help. He carried Jason through the back door, his large frame hunched over to clear the low lintel, and laid him down on the narrow canvas sofa by the dead iron stove. He didn't adjust the cushions. He didn't drop his hands either. He stayed right there, kneeling on the rough floorboards, his heavy boots leaving black, watery smears of mud against the wood. His fingers stayed wrapped around Jason’s thin wrist, his thumb pressed hard against the bone to feel the pulse. Noah stood three feet away, his back jammed against the heavy wood of the door frame. He hadn't taken off his backpack. His hands were tucked deep into the pockets of his wet track jacket, his shoulders drawn up against the chill. He wasn't looking at the door, and he wasn't looking at
The rental sedan sat with its engine idling, a low, continuous vibration rattling the loose plastic casing around the gear shift. Rain slammed against the roof in a steady, heavy sheet, blurring the yellow floodlights of the highway toll booth twenty yards ahead. Inside, the air was thick, smelling of wet wool, damp linoleum, and the sharp, sour tang of sweat.Cassian kept his palms flat against the top of the steering wheel. His knuckles were gray, the skin stretched so tight over his joints that the bone showed white underneath. He wasn't looking at the dashboard. His green eyes were locked on the rearview mirror, tracking the empty dark of the highway bypass behind them."Noah, give me the map," Cassian said. His voice was too flat, stripped of its usual rough edge.Noah didn't hand it over immediately. He was sitting in the front passenger seat, the paper map crumpled between his fingers, his thumbs digging into the margins until the ink smeared. "The turnoff is just past the s
The aircraft hit the secondary alpine runway with a violent, jarring thud that sent a shudder straight through the floorboards and into Eli’s heels. The tires screamed against the wet asphalt, fighting for traction on a strip of concrete that was barely maintained and completely shrouded in thick, gray mountain fog. There were no sleek airport terminal lights here just a single wind cone spinning madly in the freezing rain and the dark outline of a corrugated storage shed.Eli’s head thamped back against the leather headrest as the pilot slammed the thrusters into reverse, the loud, mechanical roar of the engines drowning out any chance of conversation for ten agonizing seconds. He squeezed his eyes shut, his heart hammering against his ribs in a fast, erratic rhythm. The small, comfortable world of Saint Aurelius the smell of the fresh track grass, the quiet mornings in the dormitory lane, the low hum of student gossip in the dining hall felt like a completely different life. The
The blue sedan roared down the highway bypass, its windshield wipers slapping violently against the glass as the city lights of Geneva blurred into long, watery streaks. Inside, the only illumination came from the screen of Cassian’s laptop, casting a cold blue glow over the four boys.Eli’s breathing was still shallow, his palm tightly sweating against the stolen digital drive. He stared at the dashboard, his mind racing to connect the pieces that Julian Vance had just thrown at them in the vault."It doesn't make sense," Eli said, his voice cutting through the hum of the heater. "Julian said Mira’s mother structured the settlement five years ago. If the Solene family was that deep in the Senator’s pocket, how did Mira get ahold of the proxy tokens? Why did Raphael have the key?"Lucien didn't look away from the road, his hands steady on the wheel despite the speed. "Because Mira and Raphael weren't working for the board, Eli. They were trying to build their own leverage."Cassian f
Chapter 59: QuorumThe heavy oak door click felt deafeningly loud when it finally shut behind Noah and Cassian.Lucien was already pacing the small strip of Persian rug between the bookshelves, his fingers aggressively running through his hair until the neat styling completely fell apart. “You’re
Noah took the stairs two at a time, his breath rattling in his throat, the rubber soles of his trainers squeaking sharply against the cold floor. He knew exactly where he was going. He needed Cassian, which meant walking back into the room Cassian shared with Lucien. The corridor here was differe
The dining hall on a Tuesday morning had its own rhythm. Eli knew it by now, the way the Bee’s Hive athletes claimed the tables nearest the east window, the way the Bird’s Nest students arrived precisely at seven forty-five with their books already open, the way the Owl’s Perch drifted in at whate
Three days back at Saint Aurelius, things were taking shape.Not a relationship exactly, not yet, but something with the texture of one, Lucien showing up places he had reasons to be and some he didn’t, Eli letting him, both of them existing in a middle ground of two people who loved where they wer







