MasukThe ride to the lab began without a word, the driver pulling smoothly out of the Steele mansion’s long driveway and onto the open road.The chauffeur pulled smoothly out of the Steele mansion and onto the main road, expression unreadable in the rearview mirror. Lilith sat in the back seat, arms folded, eyes forward, phone buzzing relentlessly against her thigh.Billy’s name flashed on the screen again.She didn’t answer, she couldn't.Not with a stranger in the car at least.Not with Xavier’s spy so close to overhearing everything.Not yet.The driver kept his gaze respectful and forward, but Lilith could feel the occasional flick in his eyes, a quick glance to see if she was rattled, nervous, or simply dangerous.Which meant the driver was watching her, just not acknowledging it.Either that or she was just plain paranoid. Lilith peered out the window instead, jaw tightening and stomach coiling with unease.This call wasn’t going away.The phones buzzed again. Then again. Each buzz I
“You look ridiculous,” Aurora said, laughing before she could stop herself.“Ha ha, very funny,” Bobby answered from inside the enormous pelican head, the muffled tone somehow both gruff and fond. He shifted, the costume making a soft susurration of plush and stuffing. “You said I should disguise myself,” he reminded her, voice flat with offense.“I didn’t say come here looking like a clown,” she said, still laughing. “What happened to wearing a hoodie?”Bobby made an exaggerated huff that was all muscle under fabric. “I clearly didn’t get the memo,” he said. Then, with the small impatience of someone who gets on with what needs doing, he lowered his voice. “Enough theatre. Let’s get down to business.”Aurora’s smile softened, that was the tone she’d wanted. “What have you found on Lilith?” she asked, folding her coffee cup between her hands so her fingers could steady.Bobby sighed, and reminded her in the same practical cadence he used when giving orders. “Your twin sister used to b
Aurora clicked the last buckle into place and let out a breath that sounded like she was exhausted from everything.“Ready?” she asked, sliding into the passenger seat and turning to look back at them.“Yes!” Elara shouted before either of them finished speaking, the word bright and too big for a child who’d been up half the night thinking of cotton candy.Jaxon said nothing.Elara glanced at him, then back at Aurora. “Mummy, are you upset with Jaxon?” she asked, very quietly, as if she worried the question might blow something fragile apart.Aurora’s smile came on like a promise she intended to keep. “Of course not,” she said. She turned in her seat and looked him in the face. “Look at me, Jaxon.”He looked up slowly, as if someone had called him back from the edge of something he didn’t understand.“I need you to listen to me,” Aurora said, keeping her voice soft and steady. “I am not, and I will never be, mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. The people who did something wrong
Xavier remained standing in the dining room long after Aurora, Elara, and Jaxon had walked out through the front door. The echo of their departure lingered, chairs were slightly out of place, the faint scent of coffee still hanging in the air and the untouched cutlery in front of Lilith gleaming under the chandelier.Silence pressed down hard, thick and uncomfortable.Lilith was the first to break it.“I… I’m sorry,” she said softly.Xavier turned toward her. She was seated stiffly now, shoulders drawn in, fingers nervously twisting the edge of her sleeve. Her earlier composure was gone, replaced by something fragile, almost translucent. Her eyes shimmered, lashes damp, lips trembling as if she were holding herself together by sheer will.“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” Lilith continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I swear. I just wanted to… to be here. To exist. And somehow that’s always wrong.”Xavier sighed, rubbing his forehead. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, b
Aurora woke up later than she intended.For a brief second, disorientation settled in. This was a different ceiling, different light and a different kind of quiet. Then memory slid into place. It was the guest bedroom. She hadn’t slept in the master bedroom. Hadn’t even considered it. The distance had felt necessary, strategic. Safe.She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples. The house was already awake. She could hear faint movement downstairs, The barely audible clink of cutlery and the low murmur of voices restrained into politeness told her what she needed to know, They were already having breakfast.Aurora exhaled once, steadying herself, then got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and got ready and by the time she reached the dining room, the atmosphere hit her before the sight did.Too quiet.Xavier, Lilith, Jaxon, and Elara were already seated at the long dining table. Plates had been served. Coffee poured. Yet no one was talking.Even Elara who was normally incapable of si
Xavier didn’t move at first. He just stared at her.The way her eyes flickered,just a fraction too late.The way her shoulders stiffened before she smoothed them out.The way realization had clearly struck… and she’d tried to swallow it back down.The room felt suddenly too small.“You remember,” he said quietly. Not a question. “Don’t you?”Aurora’s heart slammed so hard against her ribs she was sure he could hear it. She didn’t answer. She slid off the bed instead, movements controlled, almost casual, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb between them.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, walking toward the door. “You’re imagining things.”She reached for the handle.Xavier moved fast.His hand closed around her arm, firm, unyielding, and before she could react he spun her around and pressed her back against the door. The impact wasn’t violent,but the intent was sharp, desperate. His palm braced beside her head, his body boxing her in.“Why are you pretending?” he dema







