تسجيل الدخول~SAFFRON~A sharp, clear click sounds from the top of the big staircase, cutting through the heavy, quiet kitchen like a gunshot.Heavy, familiar footsteps start coming down the marble steps. It’s Fred.My throat closes up and my eyes widen as I look quickly from the stairs back to the boy standing over me. The dim light under the cabinets is still casting long shadows across the floor, but if Fred walks into this kitchen right now, there is no way to explain this. Jason is standing there with no shirt on, his shoulders broad and making a huge shadow over me, and he smells clearly of alcohol. I am pinned flat against the edge of the counter, breathing hard, with my hair completely messy from tossing on my bed.If Fred catches us like this, the fragile illusion of our perfectly blended family will be completely destroyed before the night ends.I open my mouth to whisper something—a warning, a plea, anything—but before I can say a single word, Jason moves. Without saying anything, his b
~SAFFRON~The hum of Elixir’s sports car engine should be a comforting sound, but right now, it just feels like white noise vibrating through my bones.He’s holding my hand over the center console, his thumb drawing slow, rhythmic circles against the inside of my wrist. He’s talking about the downtown art gallery he just took me to, pointing out how much he loved the abstract landscapes, trying so hard to make this surprise afternoon perfect. He is being everything a great boyfriend is supposed to be—sweet, attentive, and entirely focused on me.But my mind is a hundred miles away, trapped on the second floor of the Winchester mansion.Every time I look down at my wrist, the silver saffron-flower charm bracelet Elixir gave me catches the afternoon light. It doesn't feel like a romantic gift anymore, it feels like a heavy weight, burning against my skin ever since Jason weaponized. I can still feel the cold smirk on his lips when he dropped that single brown strand of hair beside my pl
~SAFFRON~The second Jason’s bedroom door clicks shut behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.I make it three steps down the hallway before I stop, one hand pressed flat to the wall, the other over my chest like it might calm the storm he just started in there.The lie sits sour and metallic in my mouth.I close my eyes, remembering last night.His door had been slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly and stepped inside for the very first time.Jason’s room felt like stepping into another world.It was darker than the rest of the house—deep charcoal walls, heavy black curtains that barely let any moonlight through. Hockey sticks leaned against one corner like silent sentinels. A few trophies sat on a shelf. The room was surprisingly organized for a boy’s space. More organized than mine actually. The air smelled so much like him. His bed was large and unmade, sheets twisted as if he’d been fighting them in his sleep.He lay on his back, still wearing his hockey je
~JASON~I wake up feeling like death has already won.My skull feels split open, like an axe is buried deep between my eyes and left there to throb. Every pulse is punishment. My tongue tastes like old pennies and bad decisions. My stomach lurches so violently I slap a hand over my mouth and lie perfectly still until the room stops trying to throw me off.It doesn’t stop.I crack one eye open. Sunlight stabs through the curtains like a personal grudge.“Fuck.”Even my own voice sounds wrecked.I try to sit up and immediately regret every choice I’ve ever made.Pain explodes through my right hand.I stare down at it. My knuckles are wrapped in clean white gauze—neat, tight, careful.I blink.There’s a glass of water on my nightstand. Two painkillers beside it. A metal bowl on the floor near the bed. A blanket is pulled over me like someone actually gave a damn.I know for a fact I didn’t do any of this.I don’t remember getting home.I remember Tyler telling me Saffron was official wit
~SAFFRON~The first time Elixir kissed me in public, three girls dropped their forks in the student café.I remember it because Erica laughed so hard that iced coffee sprayed out of her nose.“Babe,” she wheezed, wiping her mouth. “You cannot just stand there acting normal when one of the hottest boys on campus is eating your face.”“He wasn't eating my face. And I was not acting normal.”“You looked bored.”“I was trying to breathe.”She cackled louder. “Oh please. If he kissed me like that, I’d need CPR and a priest.”I kicked her under the table.It has been a month since the night on the lawn when Elixir jogged over calling my name and interrupted whatever silent, dangerous thing had been about to happen between Jason and me. A month since I watched Jason’s face soften the moment he saw me… and then watched that softness disappear. Not that I count.Not that I notice every morning how his bedroom door stays closed until after I leave for class. Not that I know exactly which hours
~JASON~~A month later~“Yo Jace. You hear? Your stepsister’s official with The Miller boy now. Heard it from Matthew.”Tyler’s words land like a slapshot to the ribs during practice. The entire rink goes dead. Whistles, skates carving ice, teammate chatter. All of it sucks into silence. My lungs forget how to work. I don’t remember nodding. I don’t remember the half-assed grunt I give him.Next thing I know, my truck roars down campus streets. The engine screams louder than the blood in my ears.I am three whiskeys deep in a dim bar, body sticking to my damp hockey jersey. I lift the fourth glass halfway to my lips and freeze.Something vicious uncoils behind my ribs. Shards of broken glass wrapped in pure, scalding rage. My chest locks tight. Every breath scrapes raw.She’s supposed to be mine.Not his. Never his.The thought of Elixir fucking Miller hands being on her waist, his mouth on those lips, hits me like a blindside check. My vision tunnels red. He will parade her around ca
~SAFFRON~The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak on the east lawn, throwing patchy shadows over the grass where Erica and I sit. Classes let out almost an hour ago, but I told my mom they were running late so I could wait here without any questions. Erica sprawls next to me, le
~SAFFRON~I didn't fight it. I couldn't. It's like I'm paralyzed. His lips are surprisingly plush, parting just enough for a rush of cool mint to flood my mouth, cutting through the faint salt of his sweat. The kiss is brief, ending with a soft, wet smack that echoes in my ears, and I’m left clingi
~SAFFRON~The food in my stomach churns as Jason's intense blue eyes stare at me. I see him more clearly now, and good lord, he's a very beautiful boy. It has only been a few weeks, but he somehow looks more good looking than I remember him to be. I notice now that he has a sexy little cleft in his
~SAFFRON~“Oh my God!” I gasp, my eyes widening as my boyfriend devours a blonde chick's mouth.It looks like a hot scene from a young adult movie. I stumble back in shock, my heart beating like a war drum. It's my nineteenth birthday. He'd promised he would come to my party, but hours ago, when I







