MasukChapter 64: Elias pov The tension in the room was thick enough to cut.We sat in it without speaking for a long time, the mark on Theo’s cheek darkening by degrees, the recording hanging between us like a third person who refused to leave. The ordinary sounds of the apartment—the soft hum of the refrigerator, a door closing somewhere down the corridor, the faint tick of cooling pipes—only made the quiet inside the room feel heavier. We were mourning something simple and already lost: the version of the semester in which the secret had still belonged to us alone.Theo broke first.He sat up straighter on the floor, eyes suddenly sharp, as if a switch had flipped behind them.“You’ve been learning this stuff,” he said. “Hacking. You told me over the break that you were learning the basics of hacking. You were in here every night with the laptop. So hack her phone. Find the recording and delete it before she does anything with it.”I stared at him. For a second the idea felt too clean
Chapter 63: Elias pov Anger replaced blood in my veins.It moved through my veins in a hot, continuous current until the lecture hall, the corridor, and the open air of the quad all felt too small to contain it. For a stretch of minutes I wanted to hit something solid enough to break under my hands. The thought arrived the way an intruder does—uninvited, already inside the room before I could lock the door behind it.Theo had snitched on me.I laughed once, a humourless and sharp sound that startled a pair of students near the glass walkway. Regret followed immediately, heavy and familiar. I had told someone. I had shared the secret my father always said stopped being a secret the moment it left your mouth. For a second I doubted the conclusion entirely. Theo would not do that. Theo had listened without turning away. Theo had stayed in the room when the truth was still raw. Then the logic returned, colder and cleaner than before: only Theo had heard the full confession. Only Theo ha
Chapter 62: Elias pov After spring break, Caldrith Crown returned to its full, restless noise.Students filled the walkways in overlapping currents—bags knocking against hips, coffee cups steaming in the cooler morning air, fragments of conversation about modules, deadlines, and who had already fallen behind rising and falling between the glass façades. The laboratory wings hummed with their constant low vibration. Noticeboards had shed last term’s posters overnight; new ones curled at the edges in the damp breeze. The river’s metallic edge still lived in the wind, mixing with the smell of wet stone and the faint sweetness of whatever the food carts were frying near the student centre. The campus felt denser than before the break, as if everyone had been compressed and then released back into the same ambitious, watchful machine.I was already in my seat when Seraphine walked into the lecture hall as if the room had been holding a place for her.The door opened on a wash of corridor
Chapter 61:Elias povThe break ended faster than I expected.Most of it had gone to the same narrow circuit: Theo’s games in the thinning stands, the security office with its cooled air and scrolling traffic logs, and the laptop in my room where the basics of hacking had stopped feeling basic. Commands that once required three open videos now sat in my hands with less hesitation. I still made mistakes. I still rewrote sequences until they held. But the floor I was standing on had risen, and I could feel the difference when I worked. When campus filled again—hallways loud with returning voices, lecture seats claimed in the old patterns, the laboratory humming at full capacity—I stepped back into classes and labs as if the quieter weeks had only been a held breath. The air in the corridors smelled of rain
Chapter 60: Cassian povSpring in Ashara did not arrive with colour so much as with a change in the weight of the air.The mist that clung to the mountains most mornings thinned earlier now, lifting in slow layers until the ridges showed their dark green shoulders. Pine and wet stone still dominated the scent of the paths, but underneath them something greener had begun to breathe—new growth along the lower slopes, the faint sweetness of soil no longer locked by cold, the occasional sharp green of crushed needles underfoot. Water moved faster in the channels cut beside the chapel, a continuous low rush that filled the pauses between the hours of the office. Birds I still could not name called from the treeline in short, sharp phrases. When the light finally cleared the eastern ridges it fell cleaner across the small residence, across the narrow bed where I slept in fragments, across the plain wooden shrine and the candle that burned itself down each night without ceremony.I kept to
Chapter 59: Elias pov The break passed in a blur that almost felt kind.Mornings began with the short walk across a quieter campus to the security office—a low building behind the main IT block where the air always smelled of cooled electronics and old coffee. I sat at an assigned terminal, watched network traffic scroll in patient columns, flagged the occasional anomaly, and left when the shift ended. The work asked nothing of me except attention. I could give attention. Afternoons and evenings belonged to the apartment: Theo’s games on the shared screen, the low commentary of whatever match he had found, takeaway containers on the low table, the ordinary noise of two people occupying the same space without strain. I called Cassian every night. Sometimes I spoke for a long time—updates about the job, about Theo’s cooking experiments, about nothing that mattered except that I was still speaking into the void. Sometimes I only listened to the dead line and hung up. In between, Theo m







