(DANE POV)When Cami briefed us about the lockdown, she laid out the seriousness of the situation with an urgency I hadn't seen before. She was trying to tell me something without saying it. The entire campus was to be sealed off due to a turf war sparked by the presence of a girl from a prohibited family. This dispute had escalated dangerously, now posing a threat to the safety of everyone at the academy. The stakes were suddenly much higher. All humans were confined to their rooms alongside their masters, relying solely on trusted attendants for their essentials.Magness's sudden arrival now made perfect sense. He wasn't just here to torment me or stir up old fears. He needed me to dive into the fray and help him navigate this upheaval. The task was daunting, not just because of the physical dangers involved but also because a delicate political balance needed to be maintained to quell the unrest. Something I specialized in. This wasn't just another assignment or a simple fa
(JO POV) Watching Dane embrace Deirk before leaving struck a chord with me. Their once guarded open display of camaraderie and affection now seemed natural in my presence. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, Deirk's voice broke through my reverie. "I don't have all of Dane's talents, so breaking into your brain is off the table for me... You'll actually have to tell me what's on your mind."Caught off guard, I opened up. "I'm just starting to wrap my head around the whole vampirism thing, and now there's this whole organized crime world that Dane's a part of. It feels like I'm always playing catch-up."Deirk nodded. "Honestly, I've kept myself out of that world by choice. I don't know much about it either." "One thing I do know for sure, Jo... Dane is exceptional at what he does. Magness wouldn't have sought him out if he wasn't the best at these... negotiations.""But he didn't exactly dress for a diplomatic mission, did he?" I couldn't help but point out. "In our world, negotia
(DANE POV) In a basement warehouse in New York, I was evading slivers of sunlight that dared to intrude through the cracks in the doors and windows. Each beam reminded me of the time ticking away, exacerbating my frustration with the situation. The day's task had dragged on far longer than anticipated, and the need to dodge these rays of light only fueled my growing irritation.Before me sat a family cousin stirring up trouble, slumped in a chair in the old, dingy room. Drawing upon the thick New York accent I once shared with Jo, a memory that now brought her smiling face unsolicited to my mind each time I used it, I addressed him. "Gregory... you know this isn't going anywhere fast. And I'm not one to back down, so why don't we speed this up? I'm sure there are places you'd rather be than here, losing blood in my company.Gregory's response was laced with defiance. "Fuck you. We're not under your thumb anymore." Technically, he was right. His family, the only human mafia that per
(JO POV) Two weeks had passed since we'd been confined to Deirk's room, and our initially cautious interactions had evolved into something much more intimate. Our days were now filled with constant conversation, laughter, and unexpected comfort in each other's presence, and our once-timid touches had grown into habitual cuddling. "Remember how I told you my stepmother used to scold me for forgetting my Spanish?" I teased Deirk, recalling when my stepmother insisted I speak Spanish at home. "Looks like you've become my new maestra." Deirk smiled and corrected my pronunciation: "It's 'maestro,' but I'm happy to take on the role. Your Spanish is coming back beautifully, by the way." To fend off the monotony, I finally gave in to Deirk's suggestion to play the array of children's board and card games he'd amassed. Watching a centuries-old vampire delight in something as simple as 'Go Fish' was heartwarming. "I never took you for a board game enthusiast," I remarked, amused by his chil
(DANE POV) By the time I returned to the academy, the lockdown had been lifted, a testament to the lengths I had gone to ensure the safety of everyone within its walls. The measures I took, though necessary, were ones I would rather forget, a series of choices that would forever haunt the corners of my memory. Finding them in the dining room, with Jo happily eating breakfast sitting in his lap, the relief of seeing them safe momentarily outweighed the feelings of what I'd done. "I missed you, kitten," I whispered. Jo's initial joy at seeing me quickly soured, regressing as she sought comfort in Deirk's presence over mine. It was a reaction I hadn't anticipated, cutting deeper than any physical wound. I made several attempts to coax her from Deirk's lap to reconnect with her, but she resisted every effort. Her refusals were clear enough to draw the eyes of others in the dining hall. Ultimately, we retreated to my room, Deirk carrying Jo because she refused to walk. She finally
(JO POV)The wave of relief at seeing Dane again was overwhelming, a rush of happiness that momentarily eclipsed everything else. Yet, beneath that joy, a simmering anger lingered over his absence and the silence between us. Instead of unleashing that anger upon him, I remembered something Dane had been trying to instill in me since my arrival. If I had nothing nice to say, it was better to say nothing at all. And truthfully, nice words were scarce in my heart at that moment.Sensing my agitation, Dane didn't waste time. He orchestrated a swift exit from the school for me, a decision driven by his perception of my distress. We found refuge in Deirk's townhouse, a place close to the school I didn't even know existed.By the following day, my anger had dulled enough to allow for conversation without the fear of a total emotional eruption. Yet, watching Dane feed from Deirk, hesitant to approach me for fear of causing harm, stirred a complex mix of emotions. Witnessing the struggle and
(DANE POV)Jealousy, an emotion I had never associated with Deirk, was now clawing at my insides, a bitter taste I couldn't shake off. "The hallway's still safe from sunlight, right?" I asked, needing a moment alone to wrestle with these unfamiliar feelings."Yeah, man, just steer clear of any doors near the bathroom," Deirk advised, his voice steady and unaware of the storm brewing in me.I retreated to the bathroom, using the solitude to splash water on my face and regroup. The reflection that stared back showed signs of recovery, a visible improvement now that I had fed. But physical recovery was one thing; emotional unrest was another beast altogether. I repeated to myself that Jo's affection for Deirk was born out of necessity, not desire.She loved me. Deirk was like a brother to her, nothing more. Acknowledging this did little to quell the jealousy that seethed within. It felt wrong to harbor such feelings towards my brother, who had stepped up in my absence to care for Jo. "I
(JO POV)The pressure in the room, and thus my anxiety, escalated rapidly as Dane vented his frustrations. "Well... How close you two are makes total fuckin' sense now," he yelled, his movements a blur of speed and agitation. His voice had shifted into that thick New York accent.Attempting to help, I stood to hug him, only for him to brush past me and say, "Not right now." His dismissal felt like a physical blow, sending my emotions into a freefall.Deirk intervened. "Dane... I think you need to feed more. Going a month without has taken its toll, and one feed isn't enough to stabilize you."Dane halted, turning to face Deirk with a steely gaze. "I'm trying to take it slow, considering she's likely to try to feed us both now. And we all know how that might end." His frustration culminated in a sudden blurred punch to the wall.The intensity of Dane's anger, his physical expressions of it, transported me back to darker times under my stepfather's roof. I began to shake uncontrollably,