LOGINEMMAI waited until Oliver left for his meeting before I called her.For a long time I just sat on the bed with the phone in my hand, staring at her name. Part of me still wanted to keep everything locked inside where no one could see how badly I was handling it. The other part was so tired of being alone with my own thoughts that it felt like I might actually come apart. I pressed call before I could lose my nerve and lay back against the pillows.She answered on the second ring.“Emma?”“Hey.”There was a short pause. “You sound like shit. What’s wrong?”I let out a breath that shook a little. “My house got trashed. Completely destroyed. And I keep feeling like someone is following me. It’s been days. At first I told myself I was just paranoid, but I’m not. Someone is watching me.”“What the fuck?” Maya’s voice went sharp and wide awake instantly. “Are you okay? Were you there when it happened? Did they hurt you?”“I wasn’t there. I’m physically fine. I just… I’m scared all the time
EMMA/ELENAI had been back at the office for three days, and the feeling of being watched still refused to leave.It sat under my skin like a low hum. Every time I walked from the parking lot to the building I felt eyes on me. Every time I left I checked the mirrors more than once. I tried to ignore it. I tried to live like a normal person who hadn’t had her house destroyed and hadn’t run from four men who still lived in her head. It wasn’t working. The lack of sleep was starting to show, and the constant edge of fear made everything harder.I was at my desk answering emails when one of the women from marketing stopped by. Her name was Rachel. She was kind in the way people are when they don’t really know you.“Elena,” she said, resting a hand on the edge of my desk. “You okay? You look really tired lately. Different. I just… wanted to check.”The question was harmless. People asked it all the time. But something about the way she said different landed wrong. It slipped under the care
EMMAOliver had to go into the office early to handle something that couldn’t wait, so I drove to my house alone.The closer I got, the tighter my hands became on the steering wheel. Part of me wanted to turn around and stay in the safety of his place a little longer. The stronger part needed to walk through my own front door and prove the space was still mine. When I parked and killed the engine I sat for a full minute before I made myself get out.The key turned easily. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.New furniture sat in neat cardboard boxes stacked against the walls.The worst of the destruction had already been cleared by the delivery team, but the air still carried a faint sharpness, like the memory of what had been done here. On top of the largest box, right where I would see it first, lay a folded piece of paper with my name written in Oliver’s handwriting.I picked it up and opened it.My voice sounded small in the quiet house as I read the words out loud.“Emma,I
EMMAWaking up to the solid warmth of Oliver’s chest against my back and the sound of his breathing was something I could get used to. For a few seconds I stayed completely still, letting the unfamiliar safety of it settle. There was no penthouse. No ghosts reaching for me in the dark. Just a quiet bedroom, soft sheets, and a man who had not asked me for anything I wasn’t ready to give. His arm was draped loosely over my waist. When I shifted he made a low sound and pressed a sleepy kiss to the back of my shoulder.“Morning,” he murmured.“Morning.”He didn’t try to pull me closer or turn the moment into something heavier. He simply asked if I wanted coffee and told me to take my time. The domestic ease of it almost undid me. I showered, borrowed another of his shirts, and found him in the kitchen already pouring two mugs. We moved around each other without awkwardness passing the milk, arguing lightly over whether the toast was too dark, talking about nothing important. It felt lik
TRISTANI was at the address of a public parking structure on the edge of the industrial district. Three levels up, north-east corner, no cameras with a clear angle. I had checked twice on the way.I killed the engine and sat for a minute with my hands on the wheel. Years of chasing ghosts had taught me that meetings like this rarely ended clean. Still, the message had been specific enough to get me out of bed and across the city before sunrise. Information on my sister’s killers. The one thing I had wanted longer than anything else.I took the stairs.A man waited where the concrete opened to the sky. He was of average height, dark jacket, baseball cap pulled low. No visible backup, but that didn’t mean none existed. He didn’t offer a name. I didn’t ask for one.“You came alone,” he said. Not a question.“That was the deal.”He studied me for a second, then nodded toward the concrete barrier. “Walk.”We stopped at the edge of the structure where the wind cut sharper. Below us the ear
OLIVEREmma.The name sounds so good now that I have said it out loud. Better than Elena ever did. Looking back, the odd way she flinched or went quiet whenever someone called her Elena should have told me sooner. The name never suited her. It sat on her like something borrowed. Emma just fits. I catch myself smiling as I drive, repeating her under my breath like an idiot. Emma. The road is still half-empty this early, which means I have time. When I pass the little flower shop on the corner I pull over without talking myself out of it and get some white and soft pink roses, nothing loud, and the large coffee she always drinks when the morning looks heavy. I sat both on the passenger seat and kept going, till I arrived at the office. The office is already moving when the elevator doors open. My eyes find her desk the way they always do. There she is, but something is off. Her shoulders are curled in. She stares at the screen without really seeing it. Even from across the room the







