로그인Xena.The prison was forty minutes outside the city.I spent thirty-nine of them looking out the window.The city thinned as we drove. Buildings giving way to highways and to the specific nowhere that exists between places. Grey sky and bare trees. The kind of landscape that didn't have opinions about anything.I had enough opinions for both of us.Why me?I'd been carrying that question since the gala. Through the contract signing and the one night stand and the business trip and the studio burning and gasoline on my apartment floor. I had theories. I had guesses. I had Dante's surveillance reports, Hannah's phone messages and three years of living inside a family that had never once looked at me like I was worth protecting.None of it was the same as hearing it from her mouth.Today I was going to hear it from her mouth.I wasn't entirely sure I was ready.I looked out the window and got ready anyway.The car stopped at the facility. I stepped out and was immediately surrounded by
Xena.The city blurred as we drove through the cold night. I looked out the window, my mind drifting.What was with that smile?I'd never seen Hannah smile that way before. Not once in my entire life. Not when we were children, not at the gala, not in all the months she spent making my life inside the Yale household a calculated nightmare.This was different.My fingers tightened around my own arm without me telling them to.Beside me, Dante hadn't spoken since we got in the car. I didn't need to look at him to know that smile was sitting in his chest the same way it was sitting in mine. He had that quality of stillness that wasn't peace. The kind that meant something was running very fast underneath a very controlled surface.The city kept moving outside the glass.Neither of us said a word which somehow said everything.The house was quiet when we got home. The staff were still awake, but they'd started closing up.Even they had to rest from time to time.We walked in, and not a wor
Dante. Xena sat on the passenger's seat, obviously still shaken from last night.Her dark hair which was usually tied into a pony tail was now down, covering half of her face. Honestly I wouldn't blame her. I got her perspective, twenty years of trying to reclaim what's mine and I'd nearly ran mad. For a brief moment, I thought of everything that had happened so far. And realized… there hasn't really been any difficulties.Which was weird on its own. Usually dealing with my family was dangerous.Adrian had apologized with no ground, Gerald just remained silent and all of a sudden Xena was facing the backlash.I was missing something or rather someone. Reeves.The name crossed my mind and before I could dwell on it, my phone rang. I stared at the device. It was an unknown caller.Of all the times… I picked it up. “What is it?” My voice came out colder than intended. “Well good morning to you too…” Victor's voice came through.I nearly tossed the phone out of irritation but inst
Xena.I woke up before sunrise.For a few seconds, I didn't remember where I was.The mattress was softer than the one in my apartment. The room was bigger. The curtains were heavier.Then the memories arrived one after another.My eyes drifted toward the ceiling.I was back in the Yale house. Again.The realization sat strangely in my chest. Like a piece that had been removed from a puzzle and then fitted back into place without anybody discussing it.I rolled onto my side and stared at the digital clock on the nightstand.6:14 a.m.Sleep wasn't happening again.Not after last night. Not after watching three years of my life burn from the opposite side of a police barricade.I pushed myself upright and swung my legs over the side of the bed.The room was quiet. The entire house felt quiet.For a moment, I sat there and let myself think about the studio.The scratched drafting table I'd bought secondhand and spent three days refinishing myself.The wall of fabric samples.The coffee m
Dante.The report in front of me concerned a subsidiary in Singapore.I'd read the same paragraph three times.Unfortunately, reading something three times did not automatically result in understanding it.My attention kept drifting elsewhere.Specifically, toward a security feed I had absolutely no business opening as often as I did.The monitor sat off to the side of my desk. On it was a Black-and-white footage of the lobby and an elevator.People entering and leaving. Nothing remotely interesting.No threats. No security concerns. No operational reason to keep checking it.Which made the fact that I'd opened it four times in the last hour considerably harder to justify.I leaned back in my chair.The building was secure.The neighborhood was secure.The security team assigned to the location was more than capable.Everything was fine.And yet.My eyes drifted back toward the monitor anyway.The phone vibrated across my desk.I looked down.Xena.The report immediately became irrelev
Twenty-FiveXena's POVI kept running until my lungs stopped arguing with me and started cooperating out of necessity.The city moved around me in blurred fragments. Headlights cutting through damp air. Tires hissing against wet asphalt. Voices that rose and fell but never stayed long enough to become anything I could hold onto.Hannah’s voice still sat in my ear like she hadn’t stopped speaking.You’re not home.I slowed down only when my legs stopped pretending they were willing to continue on the same terms as my panic.The street I ended up on wasn’t familiar, but it wasn’t unfamiliar either. The kind of place you pass enough times to recognize without ever belonging to it. A row of low-rise buildings, dim lights, quiet storefronts that had already started preparing for the kind of night that didn’t need witnesses.My phone was still in my hand.No new call.No follow-up message.Just silence that felt deliberate.I pressed my back against the nearest wall and tried to make my bre







