LOGINKAMARAI made it back to the estate before the first light of dawn broke over the horizon. Clambering back up the trellis was harder than the descent, my muscles were screaming, and my mind was a chaotic storm of Oscar’s half-truths, but I slipped through my balcony doors unnoticed.The morning passed in a blur of anxiety. By the time afternoon arrived, the walls of my room felt like they were shrinking. I couldn't wait any longer. When Silas finally came to check on me, I didn't give him the chance to start his usual routine of silent observation."I need to see Julian," I said, catching him at the door. "And you aren't going to tell my father about it."Silas stiffened, his hand dropping from the doorframe. "Your father’s instructions were clear, Kamara. You are to remain in the wing until the formal introduction next week. Security is at maximum.""If I’m going to marry the man in less than two weeks, I deserve to know what I am walking into. The least you can do is let me know wh
KAMARAI sat down at my vanity and slowly unfolded the paper Oscar had given me. My fingers were trembling, but my mind was clearer than it had been in years. The address was a location in the old warehouse district, Sector 4. It was a place where the city’s elite never ventured.If I stayed here, I was a victim. And I was letting my father win.I looked at the clock. 1:00 AM. Silas would be stationed at the end of the hall, and the perimeter guards would be doing their rounds. I wasn't an operative like Jace, and I wasn't a ghost like Oscar, but I had grown up in this cage. I knew every corner like my own palm.I moved to my closet and stripped off the blue silk dress. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, a black hoodie, and the most sensible boots I owned. I tucked the paper into my waistband and grabbed a small flashlight I’d swiped from the kitchen weeks ago, and a photograph of my mother I kept hidden under my mattress.I walked to the balcony. The drop was nearly twenty feet, but a
KamaraI pushed the door open and stepped into the room, the scent of expensive tobacco and old paper hitting me like a wall.My father was hunched over his desk, his gold fountain pen scratching against a ledger. He didn't look up immediately. I stood there, my hands balled into fists at my sides, watching the rhythmic movement of his hand. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours. The silence was thick, heavy with the weight of everything we never said."How was your date with Julian?" he asked finally, his voice flat, never breaking the stride of his pen."It was fine," I said, my voice sounding hollow in the vast room."Good." He finally capped the pen and leaned back, his grey eyes settling on me with a clinical coldness. "The formal introduction should happen sometime next week. We’ll go ahead with the plans immediately after. The merger depends on the speed of this union, Kamara. Don't forget that."He spoke about my marriage—my life—as if he were discussing a shipping manif
ELIJAHThe searing heat from Jace’s leg hadn’t even cooled before my mind began to fracture. The smell of the acid was like a time machine. It didn’t just burn my nostrils; it burned through the years, tearing me out of this basement and dropping me straight into the dirt.I closed my eyes, but I didn't see the dark. I saw fire.17 years ago.When I finally opened my eyes, the world was a battleground. Everything was orange and grey. Small fires licked at the edges of the farmhouse we had been staying in, and smoke was thick enough to taste. I looked around, desperate, but nobody was to be found."Jace!" I screamed, my twelve-year-old voice breaking. "Jace! Where are you?"I scrambled through the debris, my hands scraping against the scorched earth. The only sound was the roar of the fire and the distant, cold pops of more gunshots. Panic clawed at my throat. The last thing I remembered was my parents coming here to negotiate. My father had been working for a strange man most of his
JACEFor the third time now, I opened my eyes to a world defined entirely by pain. My head throbbed in time with my heartbeat.I realized I wasn't hanging anymore. I was shoved into a cold metal chair, my hands zip-tied behind my back so tightly the plastic bit into my wrists. My legs were anchored to the chair’s frame. I didn't even know I could feel pain in so many places at once.My breath came out in a ragged, wet wheeze, and I ended up coughing, the taste of blood coating my tongue.I forced my head to turn, the movement sending a fresh wave of nausea rolling through me. Next to me sat Elijah. He was tied to an identical chair, his face a landscape of purple bruises and dried blood. He looked like hell, but somehow, he wasn't in as bad a shape as me. "Oh, so you're both awake. Finally."Matthias stepped out of the shadows.He checked a slim gold watch on his wrist, a look of mild irritation on his face."I was really getting quite bored, you know," Matthias mused, pacing a slow
KAMARAI shut the door before he could say another thing, the heavy click of the lock sounding like a gunshot in the quiet hallway. I leaned my back against the wood, breathing heavily, my lungs burning as if I’d just run a marathon.I had never once thought of it that way. Not really. I knew things were off, the way my father went cold the moment the funeral ended, the way I was shipped across an ocean before the flowers on her grave had even wilted, but I had buried those doubts under years of "Mann" discipline.I looked down at the scrap of paper Oscar had dropped in my hands. It felt heavy, a physical anchor connecting me to a world I was supposed to be mourning. It contained an address where I could reach him if I wanted the details. The real details.I took a deep breath, pushing the paper deep into the hidden pocket of my dress. I straightened my spine, smoothed the silk over my hips, and started walking back toward the main dining area.I barely made it five steps into the roo
Kamara The click of the lock was the loudest sound I’d ever heard. It wasn't the sound of a prison cell closing this time; it was the sound of the world being shut out.Jace didn't move for a long beat. He stood with his back to the door, his hand still resting on the deadbolt. The apartment was s
Kamara’s POVThe staycation ended the way all escapes did and I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I stepped into my apartment. Reality. It hit hard.A slow, unavoidable return to reality.Morning light filtered through my curtains as I finished buttoning my fit, a simple top matched with m
Jace’s POV“Won’t you invite me in?” Oscar finally broke the silence that had been lingering for more than half a minute..I tore my gaze away from the man and locked straight onto Oscar’s gray eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded. “And how did you find this place?”His smirk soften
Kamara’s POVIt was well past three in the afternoon and still no sign of him.Was he deliberately avoiding me… or was I reading into things the way I always did?I shoved the thought aside, focusing instead on the cup of ice cream in my hands, the once solid, now a sad, melted swirl I kept stirrin







