The silence between us stretched thin, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall filling the space. I still had the cheque in my hand, my name written across it.
“Sir Marcus,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “what exactly happened that day? Why did you come home looking like you’d seen a ghost?”He leaned back in the chair, the wood groaning under his weight, his gaze shifting to the window as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. For a long moment, he said nothing, and I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles pale.“They came to me,” he finally muttered, his voice low and heavy.“Who?” My voice cracked.“The people I used to work for,” he said, spitting the words out like venom. His jaw tightened, eyes dark. “The same ones I told you about, the ones I hunted supernaturals for. Government-backed. Cold and Ruthless.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “They know about you, Lila. They’ve been tracking yThe sharp trill of the campus bell echoed through the hallway, a reminder that the day was truly beginning. I rubbed down my simple shirt nervously, holding the notebook Marcus had insisted I carry. It wasn’t much compared to the shiny supplies I’d seen Jeile unpack yesterday, but it was mine, and somehow, that made it enough.The classroom was already half full when I stepped inside. Rows of sleek wooden desks faced a broad chalkboard at the front. The hum of chatter buzzed in the air, light laughter mixed with the squeak of chairs against the tiled floor. Some students leaned close to their friends, whispering about assignments or gossip; others scrolled through glowing screens.I chose a seat near the window, not too close to the front where attention might single me out, and not too far back where I might look like I was trying to hide. The early morning sunlight spilled through the glass, painting warm stripes across the desk. I inhaled deeply, steadying my nerves.A few students
It took me a while to sleep that night, my body wasn’t used to the room yet and honestly Jeile on the other end of the room kept sighing and tossing around dramatically. Aside all that my mind kept wandering around restlessly, and when I finally drifted off to sleep it wasn’t peaceful and quiet.I had a dream. A weird oneThe dream opened around me like some theater stage. I was in my old cottage and it was thick with fog, swirling silver and ash, carrying the scent of earth and pine. At first, I thought I was alone. My feet pressed into the soil, damp and cold, but the air vibrated with a presence I couldn’t name. Then a voice cut through the fog, it was soft yet commanding.“Lila.”I turned and there she was.Elena.She looked a little bit different, it was a lot even. Her hair glowed as if it caught moonlight even here, her figure serene yet weighted with sorrow. The same Elena who once guided me, and who whispered truths into my confusion. My chest tightened at the sight of her.
Marcus stirred the pot slowly whilst I sat on the dining seat watching the steam rise, the scent of the spice filled the air of the kitchen.Watching Marcus cook has turned into one of my favorite human activities, I wanted to learn how to. I loved how they chopped the vegetables, the sound of soup boiling, and even the way oil hissed on the pan.I was thinking about cooking, not noticing that Marcus had already sat down in front of time now, and for a long time none of us spoke, it was just the soft sound of soup filling the quiet. But Marcus finally broke it.“So,” He said slowly, “you meant what you said earlier? Wanting me to train you?”I glanced at him, playing with the dining mat. “ Yes Sir Marcus, I’m tired of being helpless and weak. Every time something happens to me, I’m either running or being dragged and I no longer want that.”He watched me quietly for a while, “Training is not a game, Lila. It’s filled with a lot of discipline, injuries, sweats and most of the time pai
The days had gone by slowly since Marcus suggested I go to the university, the cheque still sat untouched in a locked drawer in the guest room. Marcus, however, wasted no time. He moved with a restless determination, he was always making calls, meeting people, pulling favors in places I didn’t even know existed. And now, here we were, walking side by side toward the wide, gleaming gates of Oregon University.The campus was bigger than anything I had ever seen. Tall glass buildings reflected the morning sun, their windows facades decorated with banners about innovation and progress. Students streamed in and out, laughing, talking, carrying books or tapping on sleek tablets. Their voices overlapped in a rush of accents and slang I still struggled to piece together.I hugged my borrowed bag closer to my chest, nerves twisting my stomach into knots. “Marcus,” I whispered, “this feels… too much. Are you sure I can do this? What if they find out I’m not….”“You’re Lila Riles now,” he inter
The silence between us stretched thin, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall filling the space. I still had the cheque in my hand, my name written across it.“Sir Marcus,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “what exactly happened that day? Why did you come home looking like you’d seen a ghost?”He leaned back in the chair, the wood groaning under his weight, his gaze shifting to the window as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. For a long moment, he said nothing, and I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles pale.“They came to me,” he finally muttered, his voice low and heavy.“Who?” My voice cracked.“The people I used to work for,” he said, spitting the words out like venom. His jaw tightened, eyes dark. “The same ones I told you about, the ones I hunted supernaturals for. Government-backed. Cold and Ruthless.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “They know about you, Lila. They’ve been tracking y
The first thing I felt was warmth. A blanket heavy across my body, the faint smell of detergent clinging to it.When I opened my eyes, the world around me felt strange, blurry, as though someone had taken the edges of reality and smudged them with their fingers. It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t lying on the cold, hard ground I last remembered standing on. I was on a bed. A familiar one. The guest room in Marcus’s apartment. The faint scent of detergent and his clean, woody cologne hung in the air, grounding me.I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to pull myself together. My body felt heavy, sluggish, as if I had been asleep for days. My lips parted, and before I could ask anything, Marcus’s voice cut through the haze.“You’re awake.”I turned my head slowly and saw him sitting on the edge of a chair, his hair a little messy, his shirt wrinkled, as if he hadn’t slept properly in a long while. His eyes, however, were sharp and relieved, but they were searching me, like he was tryi