LOGINELRIC’S POVRain against the window is the first thing I hear when I wake up. For a few seconds, I don’t know where I am.Then everything comes back crashing on me and I remember: my father is dead. I have to plan his funeral.The safe house is quiet. I could hear someone moving around in the kitchen ... .dishes, the low murmur of a voice but I didn't go in. I can’t stand the look in their eyes. I didn't need their pity. My father was not really loved; he was a tyrant who met his end.I put on the clothes I wore yesterday not bothering that it smells of smoke and sweat and headed out.When I reached the front door Damien stepped out of the kitchen and I could see the exhaustion no matter how hard he tried to hide it.“Elric. Where are you going?” he asks“Funeral home. I need to make the arrangements.”“I’ll go with you,” he says turning to the couch to pick up a shirt.“No.” The word comes out sharper than I intend. “I have to do this myself.”“Elric—”“I said no.” I grab my jacket
CASSIAN'S POV I sit alone in the dark penthouse with the city lights glittering below me and the silence pressing in from all sides as I stare at my phone and consider whether to make this call. I've been putting it off for hours knowing what I'm going to see and not wanting to see it but I need to. I need to see for myself exactly who failed me and how. I press call. It rings three times before a voice answers on the other end. "Mr. Evers?" "It's me," I say, my voice flat and cold. "I need the footage from the compound that night. The night Leah was gotten back. I want to see what happened." There's a pause on the other end. "Sir, the cameras were down during the escape. We already told you that. The system was compromised—" "I don't care what you told me." I cut him off. "I know someone has footage. Someone always has footage. Find it. Send it to me. Now." Another pause, longer this time and I can hear him breathing on the other end weighing his options. "I'll see what I ca
EMILY'S POV The mall was crowded and noisy when we got there. We weave through the crowds, bumping shoulders and laughing at things that aren't really that funny. The air smells like cinnamon pretzels, expensive perfume, and something sweet from the bakery on the second floor. "This store," I say, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a boutique. Immediately a woman comes up to us with a bright smile. She's dressed in all black and a measuring tape draped around her neck. "Hi, good afternoon. What can I do for you today?" she asks warmly. I glance at Leah who looks like she wants to disappear into the floor. Her eyes are darting around the store, taking in the expensive fabrics and the price tags she can probably see from across the room. "We're looking for something special," I say, smiling back at the saleswoman. "Something that makes her feel beautiful." The saleswoman's eyes land on Leah and her smile softens. "Of course. We have some lovely new arrivals that would sui
LEAH'S POV We stayed in the diner for a while until the sun started to set outside casting golden light across the tables and the floor. I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back to the safe house where everyone watches me as I might break. I don't want to face Damien, Elric, or any of it. So I sit there, holding my cup of hot chocolate, watching the world move around me. Emily is scrolling through her phone, occasionally showing me memes that make me laugh despite everything. It almost feels like we are back to normal before my life comes crashing down.. Mira comes over to check on us, wiping her hands on her apron. "More hot chocolate?" she asks, already holding the pot. I laugh. "Mira, I think I've had enough." "Never enough," she says, pouring anyway. "You're too skinny. You need to eat more." Emily looks up from her phone and her face lights up. "Mira!" She jumps out of the booth and throws her arms around Mira, hugging her tight. "I've missed you so much," Emil
LEAH'S POV I sit in the booth for a long time, the hot chocolate warming my hands and the silence wrapping around me like a blanket. Mira sits across from me, watching me with those knowing eyes that don't push but don't look away either. The diner hums around us. The clink of cups and the low murmur of conversation. The hiss of the espresso machine. Normal sounds that make me feel like the world is still turning even though mine feels stuck. I look at the cup in my hands. The chocolate is almost gone. "I should go," I say quietly. "I've been here too long." Mira shakes her head. "You've been here as long as you need to be. You're always welcome here, mija. You know that." I nod. I do know that. She's always been like this. A constant in a world that keeps shifting under my feet. I reach for my phone. I haven't checked it since I walked in and stared at the screen for a long moment. Emily's name is at the top of my recent calls. She called me multiple times but I didn't answer
LEAH'S POV I stand outside the hospital for a while with my phone still in my hand just staring at Damien's message. Are you okay? Let me know when you're ready to come home. Home. I don't know where that is anymore, definitely not that safe house where everyone watches me like I might break. It used to be our old house with the peeling paint when it was just Mom Shopie and me, then at some point it became Damien’s penthouse, where I'd spend the weekend with Emily, sneaking around with Damien behind her back. Then Elric came and moved us into the penthouse and for a while it was the best thing ever but now none of it feels like home anymore. I slipped my phone into my pocket and started walking with no destination in mind ... .I just needed to clear my head. Before I knew it I was back to the streets I haven't walked in months, the corner where I used to wait for the bus, the Laundromat where I did my laundry every Sunday because we had no washer in the house. Past the bench
LEAH'S POVThe Uber pulls up to the address and I am out of the car before it fully stops. The house is dark and abandoned with broken windows all around and overgrown grass. My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears. I reach the front door and find it unlocked. I push it open and st
SOPHIE'S POVI turn around and my blood turns to cold.Victor was standing in the doorway with that same crooked smile I remember and it never meant anything good.He looks older now, thinner even compared to the last time I saw him after he took me. His eyes had the same dark glint."Dad?" My voic
The penthouse is too quiet at midnight.Emily crashed hours ago—too much rosé, too much sun, too much gossip about some guy she’s been texting. The rooftop lights are off, the pool dark and still. I’m standing outside Damien’s office door in the hallway that feels longer than it did this afternoon,
I’m sweating before I even step off the elevator.Miami in July doesn’t care that I took two buses and walked six blocks in this dress. The heat clings like a second skin, making the thin white cotton stick to my ribs. My tote bag slaps against my hip—towel, dollar-store sunscreen, the dog-eared co







