LOGINThe rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy, like the sky itself was holding its breath. Alaricās safe house in the Catskills sat in near-total silence, broken only by the occasional creak of old wood and the distant call of a night bird. We had been here three days, living like ghostsāsleeping in shifts, jumping at every sound, surviving on canned food and the fragile hope that the police would find Elias before he found us.I was curled on the couch with a blanket when the knock came.Three measured raps. Polite. Controlled.Alaric was instantly on his feet, gun in hand, motioning me to stay back. He moved to the window, peering through a crack in the curtain.His entire body went rigid.āItās Helena,ā he said, voice low.My stomach dropped. āDonāt open it.āBut he did.The rain had stopped, but the air still felt thick, like the storm hadnāt fully passed.The house was too quiet.Alaricās safe house in the Catskills sat in total silence, except for the occasional creak of ol
The lake house didnāt feel safe anymore.It felt exposed. Alaric stood at the kitchen counter, at 5:47 a.m. beside him. A cup of coffee sat untouched, already going cold. His attention was fixed on the photo Elias had sent, the one taken from outside our bedroom window while we slept. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his muscle tickled. The gun lay beside his mug, loaded and ready.āWe canāt stay here,ā he said quietly. āHeās too close.ā A pause. āAnd heās not doing this alone.āI wrapped my arms around myself, the oversized sweater of his I wore doing little to chase away the chill. āWho else would help him? Heās broke. Disgraced.āAlaric turned, eyes dark with something dangerous. āHelena. Or someone connected to her old network. People who owe her favors from the days when she ran half the board. People who donāt ask questions if the price is right.āHe opened his laptop on the table. For the next two hours we worked in tense silence. Alaric still had people he could call.
The call came at 3:12 a.m.Marielās phone rang first. Then mine.The ringing tone woke the whole house up.I was half-asleep on her couch, Alaricās arm still wrapped around my waist, when it pulled me upright. Mariel stumbled out of her room, hair a mess, still half in a dream as she answered. āHello?āThen her face changed instantly. Just like that.āPut it on speaker,ā I said, already sitting up.She did.āMs. Dane, this is Detective Ramirez. Elias Stone has escaped custody. He made bail yesterday afternoon and disappeared sometime after midnight. We believe he is armed and dangerous. Do not leave your apartment. Officers are on their way.āAlaricās arm tightened around me without thinking, his body going still beside mine.And just like that, the fear weād been trying to outrun was right back in the room with us.The room tilted.Everything felt suddenly unsteady, like the ground beneath me had shifted.Alaric was already moving out of bed, pulling on his clothes, his expression
The knock came at 2:17 a.m.I was half-asleep on Marielās couch, the TV playing softly in the background, when three sharp knocks sounded on the door.My heart jumped instantly. Elias was still in custody, but the fear hadnāt left me, it never really did.I reached for the baseball bat Mariel kept beside the couch and moved slowly to the door, peering through the peephole.Alaric.He stood in the hallway, coat pulled tight, eyes scanning the corridor like he expected danger to follow him.Relief hit so hard it almost made my knees weak.I unlocked the door quickly and pulled him inside before he could say anything. The moment it shut, he had me against it, his mouth crashing onto mine with months of pent-up hunger. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones as if making sure I was real.āYouāre here,ā I whispered between kisses, tasting rain and desperation on his lips.āI couldnāt stay away any longer,ā he said, breathing unevenly.And in that moment, nothing else matt
The morning after Nikoās testimony, the world felt⦠smaller and strange. Like the walls had shifted in overnight.My phone wouldnāt stop buzzing.Calls. Messages. Unknown numbers lighting up the screen one after another. A few names I actually recognized slipped in between, some old colleagues, people I hadnāt heard from in months. āJust checking on you.ā āIām so sorry youāre going through this.āBut under their fake pretending concern, they were fishing for details.The headlines weren't left out. Tweets, posts all over the internet.āDoctorās Secret Affair Exposed ā Patient Testifies in Sonās Assault Trial.āāSt. Lucia Scandal Deepens: Was It Love or Grooming?āI sat on Marielās couch in the same clothes from yesterday, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the glowing screen.Nikoās voice kept replaying in my head.The affair wasnāt mutual⦠It was manipulation.Mariel walked in with two steaming mugs and that look on her face⦠the one that meant sheād already decided how this was g
The courtroom felt different today. Not in a good way though. It was filled with thick tension that was enough to make someone feel uneasy.I sat in the front row of the gallery, back straight, my sweaty hands clenched tightly on my laps.Eliasās trial had dragged into its third week, but today felt different.The air was thicker, heavier, like the moment before a storm breaks. The judges weren't even smiling.It felt like waking up on a monday to resume work. Alaric sat a couple of rows behind me. I didnāt have to turn to know he was there⦠I could feel it. His life hadnāt gone back to normal. His license was still suspended. His name is still dragged in rumors and headlines. But he was here⦠watching, supporting, refusing to hide.He stayed.Niko Voss took the stand.He looked exactly like he always did, controlled, polished, with an unreadable expression.His navy suit fit him perfectly, his blond hair was in place.If you didnāt know better, youād think he was here to give a l
It felt like there was a force that came over him because his next action was unexpected.His voice cut through the blowing wind in a commanding way. āHere.āHe said adjusting me backwards to the utility shed on the rooftop.His hot breath was fanning my skin with his mouth on my neck.Damn! I thin
The ride back home went on as usual, with trees running past us, and cars moving up and down, the road was just busy.The city lights were shining in different bright beautiful colours.Inside the car, Elias was breathing hard. His face was hardened. He was muttering curses occasionally.He was bit
My heart is itching me with the need to confess to Mariel and tell her about everything, to finally let it all spill out, no matter how long it took.But the other side of me was waiting for the perfect time to tell her. I hate that I am keeping things from her.Mariel is the sweetest and the most
Morning light slipped through the blinds of Eliasās penthouse, striping the room and resting on my face as I was facing the window.He was already dressed up, in a well ironed suit and a dark blue tie to match his outfit.His well was neatly combed. He looked smart and handsome, not gonna lie.He k







