LOGINLyra's POV:The call lasted four minutes.I know because I watched the timer on Maya's phone from across the kitchen table without meaning to, counting the seconds in the specific way you count things when you are trying to occupy the part of your brain that would otherwise be doing something less useful like panicking.Her face had gone pale in the first thirty seconds and had not come back from that.She said yes three times and no once and I understand once and nothing else that I could hear from where I was sitting. Her free hand was flat on the table and I watched her fingers press down against the surface slowly, the way you pressed down on something when you needed to feel that the ground was still there.Then she said goodbye and ended the call and sat with the phone in her hand and looked at it."Maya," I said.She looked up at me."It is my father," she said. Her voice was even in the way that voices were even when evenness was being maintained through effort rather than the
Blake's POV:The north loop was longer than the east trail by about a kilometer and the terrain was different, more open in stretches, the canopy thinning out where the older trees had been cleared years ago and not yet replaced by anything of equivalent age. Running it beside Aaran was easy in the physical sense. He had a good pace and did not need to talk to fill the silence and the silence was useful because I needed it.My mind was not on the trail.My mind was eight minutes behind me on a different section of forest with a fallen branch and a hand on the back of my neck and a kiss that I had not asked for and had not walked away from fast enough.Why.That was the question sitting in the center of everything. Not why had he kissed me. I understood impulse. I understood the specific quality of a moment that arrived before the management did because I had been living adjacent to those moments with Alex Thorne for long enough to recognize them on sight.Why did his actions and his e
Alex's POV:I sat in the undergrowth for approximately three seconds after he stepped back onto the trail and then I stood because sitting in the undergrowth was not a position I intended to remain in.My legs were fine. My hands were fine. The place on my chest where his hand had been when we landed was not a bruise and was not an injury and was not something I was going to think about.The branch was enormous.I looked at it properly now that the immediate moment had passed. Old oak. The split at the joint was clean on one side and ragged on the other which meant the rot had been working at it for a long time and the clean side had held until it could not anymore. If it had come down on the trail where I had been standing the weight of it would have been significant. The kind of significant that did not resolve quickly.Blake had been ten meters ahead of me.He had turned and come back and covered the distance and moved me off the trail before I had fully registered that something w
Blake's POV:The forest was mine before anyone else wanted it.That was the thing about early mornings at Midnight Academy. The grounds belonged to whoever got there first and at five forty seven in the morning the answer to that was almost always me. The trail through the east woods was packed dirt and exposed root and the kind of uneven ground that required actual attention which was exactly why I ran it. Attention was the point. Attention meant the rest of it stayed quiet.I ran.The air had that specific quality it got before full light arrived, cool and carrying the smell of pine resin and wet soil and something underneath both of those that was just the forest being itself before the day had opinions about it. My shoulder was cooperating. I had woken at five and put it through thirty minutes of careful work before I laced my shoes and that had been the right call because now it moved clean and the pull I had been managing for three days was sitting at a two rather than a five.G
Lyra’s POV:I woke up slowly, the kind of waking that feels like floating up from a warm dream. Maya’s arms were still around me, her body curled against mine under the thin blanket. We were both completely naked, skin to skin, the blanket pulled up just enough to cover us from the cool morning air coming through the slightly open window. Her leg was draped over my thigh, her face tucked into the crook of my neck, and her steady breathing brushed softly against my skin.This was the best morning of my life.The bruise on my chest still sat there, faded now to a dull purple-yellow, but the sharp pain from yesterday had almost disappeared. Only when I tried to move my right arm too quickly did a tiny sting remind me it was still healing. Everything else felt perfect. Warm. Safe. Hers.I stayed still for a long minute, just breathing her in. Her hair smelled like the Academy shampoo mixed with something sweet that was purely Maya. I turned my head carefully and pressed a light kiss to he
Alex's POV:The word came out before I decided to say it.Not calculated. Not considered. Just there, arriving from somewhere that bypassed the part of me that managed what I said and how I said it and why."Aunt."Selene's eyes moved to the camera.I had not called her that since the first time Blake had introduced us, years ago, with the easy casualness of someone who considered the title obvious. She had smiled at it then. The warm kind. The kind that meant it had landed somewhere real.I had not used it since because using it required acknowledging something about what she was to our extended world that I had been in the process of making complicated."Aunt," I said again. More steady this time. "What happened. Who was that. Tell me." A pause. "I am here."I was surprised by my own voice.Not the words exactly. The quality of them. The thing underneath the words that I had not put there deliberately but that was there anyway, present and real and sounding, if I was being honest ab
Alex's POV:The steam was still thick.Blake stood in front of me with water running down his face and his chest and that particular stillness he carried when he was waiting to see what I would do next. Not passive. Never passive with Blake. Just watching. Measuring.I reached for the waistband of h
Alex's POV:The steam was everywhere now.Thick and warm and closing the small space down to just this, just the tile and the running water and Blake standing in front of me soaking wet with his training shirt clinging to his shoulders and that particular expression he wore when he was trying to dec
Blake's POV:"Oof, Lex—"Whatever word I was reaching for dissolved completely. My legs gave out the way I knew they would, the way I'd been fighting against for the last however many minutes, and his arms caught me before I could embarrass myself entirely. No hesitation. Like he'd been expecting it
Blake's POV:I shoved him.Stupid. I knew it was stupid the second my palms connected with Alex's chest, the second I felt the solid wall of him barely budge an inch. But the anger had been sitting too hot behind my ribs for too long, and my body moved before my brain caught up.The silence that fol







