LOGINEvansThe air in the kitchen was thick enough to choke on. Hailey stood there, clutching that serpent key like it was a holy relic, her eyes glowing with a fire I had never seen in her before. I watched the way her fingers wrapped around the brass, her knuckles white, and I felt a cold dread sink into my stomach. She wasn't the same girl I had married months ago. The transfusion had changed the chemistry of her soul."Put the key on the table, Hailey," I said, my voice low and steady. "Please. Just put it down and come sit with me. We need to talk about what is happening to you.""I know what is happening," she snapped, her gaze sharp enough to cut. "I am waking up. You spent years keeping me asleep, Evans. You and my father and David. You all liked me better when I didn't know who I was.""That is not true," I said, taking a slow step toward her. I held my hands out, palms open, showing her I wasn't a threat. "I kept you in the dark because the light in that lab was blinding. It kill
HaileyThe sunlight hitting my face didn't feel warm. It felt heavy, like a physical weight pressing against my skin. I didn't wake up with the usual slow drift from sleep to reality. Instead, I snapped awake, my eyes flying open as if a silent alarm had gone off inside my skull. The air in the master suite felt different. It was vibrating. I could hear the distant, muffled hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen three floors down. I could hear the rustle of the wind against the ivy on the outer walls.I sat up, and the silk sheets hissed against my skin. The sound was deafening. My body felt light, but there was a strange, buzzing energy coiled in my muscles, like I was a wire carrying too much current. I swung my legs off the bed, my feet hitting the marble floor. Usually, the stone was freezing in the early morning, but today it felt perfectly temperate.I walked to the vanity mirror, my movements fluid and strangely precise. I didn't stumble. I didn't feel the morning ache in my jo
HaileyThe words felt like heavy stones falling from my lips, echoing against the cold glass of the tank. My arm was numb, the skin around the needle site pale and stinging, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm inside my head."What did you say?" Evans asked, his voice cracking as he leaned over me, his face a blur of shadow and light."The white room," I whispered, my eyes tracking the last few drops of my blood as they pulsed through the clear tubing. "The hands, Evans. We were holding hands."Lena was moving fast, her gloved hands flying across the monitor screens to silence the screaming alarms. "Pressure is stabilizing, but her vitals are still erratic. Hailey, look at me. Stay focused on the room.""I am here," I said, though it felt like a lie. My mind was still half-caught in that memory, the smell of sterile air and the sound of a child’s muffled sobbing. "She was crying because they were taking me away. We were both in those little white gowns."Evans grip
HaileyMy fingers clamped around the small plastic drive, the edges digging into my skin as Valarie leaned in closer, her breath smelling faintly of peppermint and anxiety."Take it and go, Hailey," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the crowd. "Before he sees us together.""David is already here," I said, my voice tight as I felt the weight of the phone in my other hand. I didn't need to look at the screen to know Evans was moving. I could feel the shift in the room, that heavy, pressurized air that always followed David Wilson like a storm front.Valarie paled, her gaze snapping toward the main entrance. "I can't be here for this. If David sees me giving you anything—""Then move," I snapped, grabbing her elbow and steering her toward the service corridor behind the fabric displays. "Go through the kitchens. Just get out."She didn't argue. She vanished behind a heavy velvet curtain just as the sound of polished leather shoes clicking against the marble floor grew louder. I turn
Hailey's POV Eli had not called.I had sent that message to Evans to get him home faster and I was not sorry about it. He needed to be here and I needed to tell him what had actually happened, which was that Eli had sent one more message while Evans was at the board meeting and then gone silent completely.The message said simply: The collection. Use it. It is the right move. I am watching.I had stared at that message for a long time. He knew about the collection. He knew about the board situation. He had been watching us closely enough to understand the details of a corporate power struggle happening inside a building he had never entered.Or had he.Evans came through the front door at ten past ten looking like someone had wrung him out and hung him up to dry. I handed him coffee and told him the truth about the Eli message before he could ask anything else. He read it twice and sat down heavily."He is right though," Evans said. "The collection is still the right move.""I know,"
Evan's POV I watched Hailey stare at those three words on her phone screen.Hello, little sister.She looked up at me slowly. Neither of us spoke for a moment."Eli," she said quietly."Eli," I confirmed.She typed back immediately. I watched her fingers move without hesitation. She turned the screen toward me so I could read what she wrote.Who are you and what do you want.Not a question. A statement. That was Hailey now. Direct and unafraid in a way that still caught me off guard.The response came within seconds.Not here. Not like this. When you are ready, you will find me. You already know how.She read it twice. Then she put the phone face down on the table and looked at me. "He means the ability," she said. "He knows about it.""He would," I said. "If Frost created him first, he has been living with whatever ability he has for longer than either of you. He probably understands the mechanics better than Lena does.""He called me little sister," Hailey said."Yes.""Which means
Evans' POVI stood across the street watching my wife lean forward as Calix spread papers across their table, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack, Sarah had texted me twenty minutes ago saying Hailey left the office early, heading toward Fifth Street, I knew exactly where she wa
Hailey's POVI sat at my desk staring at the same design sketch for the third time, my pencil hovering over the paper but not moving, nothing made sense anymore, every time I closed my eyes I heard Evans' voice echoing in my head.The girl in there, Hailey doesn't know anything yet.What girl, who
Evans' POVI stared at the spilled coffee spreading across the table, my mind racing faster than I could think, I hadn't expected her to remember, had hoped maybe she'd forget or let it go, but here she was asking about the basement like it was the most natural thing in the world."The basement, ri
Hailey's POVI was halfway down the basement stairs when my phone light caught something strange, this wasn't just a storage area, the walls were too smooth, too white, like a hospital corridor.I backed up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs, maybe I should go back upstairs, maybe I was cro







