INICIAR SESIÓNJACETwenty-three hours and thirty-one minutes.I didn't need a watch to know. I could feel the time bleeding away in the rhythmic, wet thud of my own pulse against the plastic zip-ties. Every time the light dipped, the darkness seemed to creep inches closer to the chair where I sat, bound and broken.Beside me, Elijah was a silhouette of jagged edges and simmering hatred. He hadn't moved for an hour. His breathing was the only proof he was still alive."Elijah," I rasped. My voice was a ghost of itself, shredded by thirst and the lingering fumes of the acid that had eaten into my thigh. "Listen to me. If Matthias moves on the estate... if he goes after the girl... it's over. For everyone."Elijah didn't even turn his head. His gaze remained fixed on a crack in the concrete floor. "Let it be over, Jace. I told you. Her blood is his blood. They are the same. I don’t care what happens to her. In fact, I hope he burns the whole damn manor with her inside it.""She’s an innocent!" I spat,
KAMARAThe silence in the room was thick enough to choke on. Julian scrambled out of the bed with a frantic, desperate energy I had never seen from him. Gone was the polished, bored heir I had met. In his place was a man fumbling with his belt, his face a mask of pure terror. Behind him, the other man with dark curls and wide, startled eyes, dived for a discarded shirt, trying to shield himself."What the hell are you doing here, Kamara?" Julian choked out. His fingers were shaking so violently he could barely catch the prong of his belt buckle. "How did you—who told you—"I didn't answer. I couldn't. My brain was still trying to reconcile the cold, dismissive man who had sat across from me at the vineyard with the trembling person currently tripping over his own trousers. I turned my back, staring at the peeling, floral wallpaper of the motel room to give them a fleeting second of dignity they hadn't earned."Buckle up, Julian," I said, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. "We’re
KAMARAI 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
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
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 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 I stayed where I was long after Brian disappeared.The night swallowed him whole, like he’d never been there to begin with. The parking lot fell quiet again, but my pulse didn’t slow. If anything, it spiked harder.Brian Matthias.So that was it.All the sneaking attitude. The sudden confide







