LOGINLana's POV.“My phone." Asher's voice sliced through the air before he even fully stepped inside, sharp and urgent enough to make the guard behind him flinch. His gaze darted around the workbench, the shelves, the broken cabinet—anywhere but at me. "Where's my phone?"I blinked, quickly masking my expression into something neutral, something that suggested I was unfazed, the same careful facade I’d maintained throughout that call. "Your phone?" I echoed, furrowing my brows as if I genuinely didn’t understand. I raised both hands, palms up, and shrugged slightly. "I don’t know. You had it when you left, right?"He didn’t respond. Instead, he was already moving, striding over to the chair he’d been sitting in before the knock had interrupted him, before everything had spiraled out of control. His hand found the edge of his cloak, still draped over the workbench where he’d left it, and he lifted it in one swift motion.There it was the phone, screen dark, exactly where I’d tucked it back
Lana's POV."Asher's phone," I blurted out before she had a chance to say anything, before I could second-guess myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt, low and warm, wrapped in a confidence that didn’t really belong to me.There was a pause on the other end, the kind that told me I’d thrown her off balance."Who is this?" Amelia's voice was sharp, laced with suspicion, as if she had been expecting Asher and instead got a stranger.I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe it was the stubborn candle that refused to light, or the guard’s urgent knock, or the ache of being left alone in a cold room while Asher walked off to whatever secret he had with someone from Ashgrove. Or maybe it was just seeing Amelia’s name flashing on the screen, over and over, like an itch I finally decided to scratch."His girlfriend," I replied. The word felt strange on my tongue, borrowed and risky, but I didn’t falter. "Who’s asking?""Put him on." Her demand was sharp, each word clipped and precise.
Lana's POV.The candle refused to reignite. I stood there, watching the thin wisp of smoke curl up from the charred wick, hoping for some logical explanation to pop up, maybe a draft, a defect in the wax, anything at all. But nothing came. The room felt like it was holding its breath alongside me, and Asher's hand rested on the small of my back, steady and grounding, though I could tell even his fingers had gone quiet."Wards," he finally murmured, his voice so low it felt more like a thought than a statement. "Something brushed against the wards. That’s all."I wanted to trust him. But deep down, I wasn’t sure he believed it himself.I was still fixated on the candle when a knock echoed through the room.Three sharp raps, deliberate and commanding. I glanced at Asher. He didn’t seem surprised, not exactly, but there was a shift in his expression."Come in," I called out, since he seemed hesitant to respond.The door swung open, and one of the guards, who also served as Asher's perso
Lana's POV.We were already on the move before I could even finish my thought, darting out of the lab and into the corridor so fast that the torches flickered in their brackets as we zipped by. Asher was ahead of me, every muscle in his body tense and ready, the air around him charged with an unspoken alarm. I followed the sound in my mind, recalling where it had come from a hollow space at the base of the west tower. No shadowy figure lurking in the dark. No door creaking on its hinges. No scent trail thick enough to trace, not even the slightest hint of fear-sweat lingering on the walls. Just endless corridors of untouched darkness, and our own breaths echoing too loudly in the stillness."There's nothing here," I said, even though it was clear Asher already knew. I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, in the way his hands had balled into fists and then, with purpose, relaxed.He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned slowly, nostrils flaring, head tilted as if he
Lana's POV.The scream cut through the corridor like a knife, and for a brief moment, neither Asher nor I moved, as if any motion would make it all too real. Then, in an instant, he sprang into action, and I was right on his heels, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, my mind racing ahead to every horrifying scenario.We turned the corner by the east stairwell, and to our greatest surprise it was Amelia. She was crumpled against the wall, one leg twisted at an angle that made my stomach churn even from afar, her hair cascading over her face in a dark, chaotic mess. She was clutching her arm to her chest, and when she lifted her head to see us, her eyes were wide and glassy, filled with just the right amount of tears."Asher," she gasped, and the way she said his name felt like a plea she had rehearsed a hundred times before finally letting it slip out.He was at her side before I could fully grasp what I was seeing, dropping to his knees, his hands hovering over her as
Lana's POV.For a moment, I was completely at a loss, trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing. The vials were exactly where I had left them, neatly arranged in their little rack as if nothing had happened. It was that eerie stillness that initially deceived me, but as my eyes adjusted, a wave of dread washed over me, and my stomach twisted.Someone had replaced them with water.Not even close to resembling what had been inside them before once I took a proper look, it was clear. But from the doorway, in a glance, it might have fooled whoever did this into thinking they had bought themselves a few extra minutes. My hands trembled as I lifted the first vial to the light, watching it glimmer pale and clear instead of the deep red it should have contained. I felt my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.I wandered through the rest of the lab in a daze, cataloging the chaos like I had been trained to assess a wound methodically, refusing to let panic cloud my judgment. The centrifug
My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would break my ribs. I stood my ground, even though every part of me wanted to run. Asher was standing so close that I could see the tiny flecks of silver in his blue eyes. He looked older and more tired, but he still had that same power that made everyo
Lana's POV The first thing I felt was a heavy ache behind my eyes. It wasn't a sharp pain, but it felt like my head was paining me. I tried to move my hand to touch my face, but my arm felt weak and slow. I opened my eyes. The light in the room was soft, but it still made me blink. I wasn't in my
Lana’s POV 8 years later It was one of those rare, peaceful mornings where everything seemed to be in perfect harmony in my life. Jasper and I were lying in bed, tangled up in each other’s arms, enjoying the quiet before the day really began. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck as he kis
Lana’s POV I was struggling to hold back my tears when Amelia’s laughter harsh laughter echoed in the room, sharp and mocking, as if my heartbreak was nothing more than a joke to her. “Oh, Lana, are you really that pathetic?” she sneered. “You’ve always been jealous of me, haven’t you? That’s why







