Mag-log inBrandon’s POV“Failsafe?”The word did not sit right in my chest. It felt wrong the second it left Kade’s mouth, like something sharp pressed against my ribs from the inside.“What failsafe?” I repeated, louder this time.Kade did not look at me.He was still watching Cameron.Always Cameron.“You don’t remember that part yet,” he said calmly.I stepped in front of Cameron again without thinking, my hand tightening around his wrist.“Then you’re going to explain it,” I said, my voice steady even though everything inside me was not.Kade tilted his head slightly.“It’s not my job to explain,” he said. “It’s my job to observe.”“That’s not happening,” I snapped. “You don’t get to drop something like that and then act mysterious about it.”Wilson nodded aggressively.“Yes, exactly. This is not a movie. You cannot just say ‘failsafe’ and then refuse to elaborate. That is extremely unfair.”Irene shot him a look.“Now is not the time,” she said.“It is absolutely the time,” he argued. “We
Cameron’s POVThe moment the words left my mouth, I felt it.Not something external.Not something new.Something that had always been there.Buried.Controlled.Restricted.Until now.“I’m done holding back.”The air around us felt sharper, like everything had suddenly become clearer, more defined, more… predictable.Kade smiled.“Finally,” he said. “I was starting to think you’d never get there.”Brandon stepped closer to me, his voice tight with something I couldn’t ignore.“Cameron,” he said, “what does that mean?”I didn’t look at him immediately.Because my focus—Was on Kade.“It means he gets what he wants,” Kade answered for me. “A fair test.”“I didn’t ask you,” Brandon snapped.Kade ignored him.I took a step forward.Then another.Slow.Controlled.Every movement deliberate.“Cameron,” Irene said, her tone sharp now, “we need to leave. This is not the time to—”“No,” I said.The word cut through everything.Firm.Clear.Final.“We are not leaving,” I continued.Wilson star
Brandon’s POVEverything turned into chaos so fast that I did not even have time to fully process what was happening before my body was already moving on instinct.“Move!” Cameron said, his voice sharp, controlled, like he had switched into something else entirely.I grabbed his arm tighter instead of letting go.“I’m not losing you in this,” I said.“I am not going anywhere,” he replied, even as he pulled me sideways just in time to avoid Kade’s next move.Kade did not hesitate.He adjusted instantly.Like he had already calculated where we would be before we even moved.“That’s not normal,” I said, my voice rising.“He’s reading patterns,” Cameron replied quickly. “He’s anticipating reactions.”Wilson nearly tripped behind us.“I do not have a pattern!” he shouted. “I am pure chaos right now!”“That might actually help,” Irene said, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him out of the way of another attack.Kade moved again.Fast.Too fast.He came straight for Cameron this time, ignoring
Cameron’s POVThe wind hit harder up on the rooftop, but I barely noticed it because all my focus locked onto the figure standing in front of us.They were not moving.Not rushing toward us.Not even trying to close the distance.They were just… waiting.Like this was exactly where we were supposed to end up.“Cameron,” the voice said again, calm and steady. “Still running.”My chest tightened slightly.Brandon’s grip on my arm didn’t loosen.“You know them?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.“Yes,” I said.“Then please explain because I feel like I am constantly ten steps behind in this situation,” he replied.I did not take my eyes off the figure.“They’re not just part of the program,” I said slowly. “They are part of my program.”Wilson blinked rapidly.“I am sorry, your program?” he repeated. “As in your personal nightmare project?”“Yes,” I said.“That is not comforting,” he said.Irene stepped slightly forward, her voice sharp.“Who are you?” she demanded.The figure tilted t
Brandon’s POVThe word retrieval did not leave the room.It stayed there, hanging in the air like something alive, something breathing, something waiting.“They’re coming for me,” Cameron said again, quieter this time, but somehow heavier, like he had already accepted it.“No,” I said immediately.All of them turned to look at me.I stepped closer to him, my voice stronger now.“No, they’re not,” I repeated.Cameron looked at me, his expression unreadable again, but I could see it—the shift, the way his brain was already trying to calculate outcomes, already trying to prepare for something he thought was inevitable.“They have the resources,” he said. “The access. The documentation confirms continued monitoring. The probability of—”“I don’t care about the probability,” I cut in.Wilson blinked.“Oh, we are rejecting logic now. That is new,” he muttered.I ignored him.“I don’t care what they think they can do,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Cameron. “They’re not taking you.”Ther
Cameron’s POVThe room felt smaller the moment my fingers touched the file.Not physically.But mentally.Like everything had narrowed down to this one moment, this one decision, and there was no version of it where things stayed the same after.“Cameron,” Brandon said quietly beside me, his voice careful, like he was trying not to push too hard. “You don’t have to open it right now.”I looked at him.For a second, everything else faded again, just like it had the night before, just like it always did when it came down to something real.But this—This was different.“Yes,” I said. “I do.”Wilson made a distressed noise behind us.“I feel like we should vote on this,” he said. “And I vote no. Strong no. Extremely strong no.”“No one is voting,” Irene replied.Liana crossed her arms, watching me closely.“You can take your time,” she said. “But it won’t change what’s inside.”I did not respond to her.Instead, I opened the file.Slowly.Deliberately.The first page was clean.Too clean
Chapter 22Cameron's POVBrandon’s car smelled like cinnamon gum and bad decisions.I sat there, slouched in the passenger seat, seriously debating if launching myself out at the next red light would be overly dramatic or just plain dumb. Probably both. But also maybe worth it.“Stop fidgeting,” Br
Brandon's POVThe ceiling was boring.I had counted the tiny dots in the plaster three times now and I was driving myself insane with boredom. My body was still, but my mind was doing laps. I shifted onto my side, then onto my back again. The couch creaked softly where Cameron lay, but he was quiet
Cameron POV I stood at the edge of the room like I was about to deliver some big speech, arms crossed and spine stiff. Brandon was tossing a hoodie onto his bed, totally unbothered by the fact that I was about to break some sort of weird unspoken routine we’d apparently fallen into."I'm sleeping
Cameron’s POVWe just got home from the mall and we went to set things down at Brandon’s room.We’d just finished “straightening” the sheets, which should’ve taken two minutes max, but leave it to Brandon to turn it into some kind of Olympic sport.I collapsed onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh







