LOGIN“We need to get her into therapy, David,” my mother’s voice drifts up the hallway as I make my way downstairs in the morning . “I think she needs professional help. Since she got back, she’s not eating properly, she doesn’t speak to anyone and she barely leaves her room.” I pause on the bottom step, leaning my head against the cool molding, listening to my parents’ voices as they construct a fortress of clinical solutions around my life.“Don’t you think it’s a little extreme, though?” Dad argues. “Maybe she just needs a little time to come to terms with what happened. Besides, you know your daughter very well. She won’t easily agree to this.”“That’s exactly the problem!” Mom’s whisper is slightly raised now. “She agrees with everything these days. ‘Are you hungry?’ ‘Yes Mom’. ‘Are you skipping school today?’ ‘Yes Dad’. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Yes yes yes! It’s almost like she’s operating on autopilot and that is not the daughter we raised!” A brief pause. “What if they… Davi
He left anyway.I lie on my back in the dark room at 3:47am, staring at the ceiling, and that is the thought that keeps completing itself no matter how many times I try to redirect.Eli left anyway. I told him I wouldn’t say a word to my father, I handed him the one thing he came into this house terrified of losing, and he packed whatever he owns that fits in a bag and walked out four days ago without looking back.I know because I heard the door.I wasn’t going to look. I had decided, very firmly, that I was not going to stand at my window and watch him go like some tragic heroine in a film I would normally mock. And then I heard the door and I was at the window before the decision could catch up with the instinct. I watched the tail lights of his cab disappear down the service road, and then I went back to bed and I have barely left this room since.The thing is… I’m not sad.I keep waiting for sad and it doesn’t arrive. What I have instead is this strange, flat numbness that
The hallway outside David Reid’s office is twelve feet long and Elias has walked it approximately four hundred times since he took this job, but it has never felt quite this long before. He spent the last three days in the medical wing while a doctor he had never met stitched his calf and rebandaged his chest, and he used every one of those hours trying to construct a version of events that David would accept. The problem with constructing lies for a man like David Reid is that David has spent four decades in rooms full of people lying to him and has consequently developed a sensitivity to it that borders on supernatural. The uncle story is dead. Elias knows that. What he needs now is something that sits close enough to the truth that David’s instincts don’t fire, but far enough from it that the full picture stays buried. He knocks twice and opens the door. David is sitting behind his desk, staring down at a stack of financial portfolios before looking up with freezing intensit
Eli watches Carver pause with his finger staying completely still against the trigger. A slow smile spreads across his thin lips as he looks at Lucia for a long, quiet moment. “You really have your father’s flair for dramatic negotiation, Miss Reid,” Carver says in a slightly annoyed tone. “Very well. Let’s make a deal... I spare the boy’s life right here, and in exchange, you walk away with us without causing any more trouble.” Like hell. “No,” Eli says immediately. “We have a deal,” Lucia says as she steps forward, ignoring Eli entirely. Eli feels a sudden wave of pure panic crash through his chest. He knows Carver’s patterns better than anyone, and he instantly recognizes the proposal for what it really is: complete and utter bullshit. The second Lucia steps past that door and is locked in the back of a van, Carver will turn around and put a bullet directly between his eyes. “What?!” Eli tries to lunge forward but is pushed back to his knees by the guard in front of h
“Well, well, well.”The voice comes from somewhere behind the cluster of men, cutting through the noise. The men pull back, not all the way but enough, and the grey-haired man in the expensive suit walks through the space they leave him unhurriedly, looking at the two of us with genuine entertainment.“Long time no see, Arden,” he says pleasantly. “I have to say, I didn’t anticipate the ear. That is commitment.”How the hell does Eli know this man?Eli is on his knees, breathing carefully. He looks at the man with an expression that is not fear and not defeat and is, in fact, the most purely homicidal thing I have ever seen on a human face.“Fuck you, Carver,” he says through blood stained teeth. “We both know I’m the one you want. Let her go.”“Aw… how cute. I actually admire the profound love you two share,” the man – Carver – says, a cold smirk on his thin lips as he stops beside Eli’s unmoving body. “It is really quite touching. A true tragedy, though.”I try to break free, twis
The path stretches out ahead of us, but every step away from that building feels impossible. I grip Lucas’s small hand tightly, pulling him along until we reach a dented blue shipping container near the edge of the lot. I drop to my knee in front of him. “Listen to me very carefully,” I say, “I need you to stay right here. Hide behind this corner and wait for me..” His face puckers up, his lower lip quivering. “Y-you’re leaving me?” “I’d never do that,” I say quickly. “I’m just gonna go get Eli and we’ll be right back for you.” “Please don’t go,” he begs, sobbing. “What if those bad men come out?” I pull him into a hug, fast and fierce, pressing my cheek against the top of his head. “They’re all back there, Luke, which is why Eli had to go stop them so they don’t follow us,” I tell him quietly. “You’ve been brave for hours… I just need a little more. Be a superhero for me until I get back.” I pull away and look at him. “Can you do that?” He swallows hard and wip
The bedroom door is barely closed before David's hands are on me, sliding up under the thin silk of my robe as he backs me against the wall.I tilt my head back against the cool plaster, letting him kiss down the column of my throat while my fingers work the buttons of his shirt open. His skin is s
Fourty minutes later, I am helping Theo and Marcus pack the car, while Harlan is walking the perimeter with David and going over their plans one last time.Once Theo made his teasing comment of me ‘using my magic to reset the angry boss’, the conversations between me and the guys went back to
I call Nico from the house phone a few minutes after David leaves, explaining that I’m at his place, and I don’t think I’ll be back at the club. He drops my things off a little while later, exchanging a minimal conversation with Marcus, who is now stationed at the door.David doesn’t contact
The office day is stilted, to say the least.David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is







