Masuk— Xander —The letter had been opened hours ago, yet it was still in my hand, creased now, not from carelessness but from repetition. My thumb rested along the weakened fold, pressing slightly as if I could smooth it back into something untouched. I read it again anyway. Not from the beginning. Never from the beginning. My eyes dropped to the line that had refused to leave me since the first time.I don’t know what you’re planning.My jaw tightened, not visibly, just enough. The words sat wrong, not because they were inaccurate, but because they weren’t. Because that was exactly what I had made it look like.Silence. Distance. No explanation.From anyone else, it would have been strategy.From me—It became something else.If you want to take her, don’t do it like this.My fingers stilled slightly against the paper. There it was. The part that mattered. The part that had shifted something the moment I read it. She thought I was waiting, positioning and calculating my next move like I
~ Avelyn ~I dropped Ciara off before I could change my mind, and that was the only reason I managed to walk away.The daycare smelled like powdered soap and something sweet and soft enough to trick you into thinking the world was safe. Tiny shoes lined the entrance, bright colors filled the walls, and quiet laughter floated through the air. It was a place built for children who didn’t know what danger looked like.Ciara didn’t cry when I handed her over, and somehow that made it worse.Her fingers curled around mine for a second longer than usual, her eyes wide and searching, not scared, just… aware. Like she could feel something shifting, even if she didn’t understand it.“I’ll be back soon,” I whispered, brushing her cheek.It sounded like a promise, but it felt more like something I needed to believe.Because I couldn’t keep living like this. Not with the silence, not with the not knowing.Xander hadn’t come. Not to the hospital, not after, not even once. And that… that wasn’t lik
~ Avelyn ~By the time I was discharged, everything had shifted into something quieter. something controlled and planned. We didn’t stay long—we couldn’t, not after what had happened. The decision to leave wasn’t discussed. It just… happened. Arrangements were made. Routes secured. People moved like they already knew what came next.And somehow, without anyone saying it out loud, I knew where we were going.Back.To the city I had once run from.~oo~But I wasn’t returning to a familiar place I could call my home. That was the problem. I didn’t have a home. I couldn’t go back to the Elvans, that would be weird. And I couldn’t return to Xander’s mansion…I bought a house. Nothing fancy. But modern and stable enough to Ciara. It was white and clean, nothing like I was used to and it had that new house smell. Ciara stirred slightly in my arms, and I tightened my hold on her instinctively, grounding myself in the only thing that felt real.This time, I wasn’t alone. Kyle didn’t come to
~ Avelyn ~The first thing I noticed was the quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn’t belong anywhere near me. Not the silence of sleep, not the calm after a storm, something heavier. Thicker was waiting.I blinked. Slowly. My vision swam, sharp light cutting through my lids like it had been waiting for me. The bed felt too big. Too empty. My arms reached instinctively across the sheets. Nothing. No one.Panic fluttered like a trapped bird. My pulse jumped, loud in my ears. The memory hit me before I could catch it, the chaos, the shots, the screaming. Ciara. The child.I sat up abruptly, pulling the sheets around me like armor. My body still trembled, small jolts of adrenaline making my fingers shake. And then I realized the space beside me. The bed was undisturbed. The weight I’d expected… wasn’t there.Xander hadn’t come in.My stomach twisted. My chest tightened. A shiver ran up my spine, involuntary, like my body had remembered every second of fear it had been forced to endure. I sw
~ Xander ~ I walked away, didn’t go in. The door had been right there. A few steps. That was all it would take. I could hear movement inside—soft, controlled. The quiet rhythm of machines. The low murmur of nurses who didn’t know they were standing in the middle of something that had just rewritten everything. She was in there and so was the child. My child. The word still didn’t sit right. It didn’t settle into anything I recognized. It moved through me like something unfamiliar, something that didn’t belong in the same space as everything else I was. I stood there longer than I should have. Long enough for it to mean something. Long enough for it to become a choice. I could walk in. Demand answers. Demand explanations. Demand what was mine. But the thought stopped before it could fully form. Because the truth was already there. Clear. Unavoidable. She hadn’t told me. Not by accident. Not by circumstance. By choice. Everything she had done—
— Xander —The chaos was behind us. Gunfire, shouting, blood—it all fell away the second I cleared her from the line of fire. I didn’t stop until there was space, until nothing remained between us and the men closing ranks behind. Then I stopped. Not because it was safe. Because I needed to see her.My grip on her arm was firm, controlled, as I scanned her face, shoulders, hands checking, assessing, searching. “Are you hurt?” My voice was low, measured, but not without weight. She shook her head too quickly. “I’m fine.” A lie. Or maybe not. I couldn’t tell. Her chest rose unevenly, her hands trembling, her body still taut from the seconds she’d spent kneeling with a gun to her head.And it wasn’t just that. It was the way she looked at me, eyes meeting mine briefly, then slipping away. Avoiding. Not relief, not anger but something tighter, restrained. My jaw tightened. I stepped closer, hand rising to brush under her chin, tilt her face back toward the light. She stiffened instantl
~ Avelyn ~I didn’t sleep.Not really.I lay curled on the edge of the bed in the guest wing they insisted on calling mine, staring at the wall while the image replayed over and over again, her body on the floor, the guards, the blood I hadn’t wanted to see but couldn’t unsee.You killed her.The w
~ Avelyn ~I woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind. The kind that felt wrong.The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 3:07 a.m., its red numbers pulsing softly like a warning I didn’t understand yet. The sheets were still warm where he had been, the scent of him lingering clean, sharp, unmistak
~ Avelyn ~ The words didn’t make sense. They sat there between us, perfectly formed, spoken with a seriousness that left no room for irony. I came back because I missed you. I stared at him like he’d just spoken in another language. For a second—just one—I almost laughed. The sound even c
~ Avelyn ~I didn’t have the answers to his bizarre questions but I had the answers to the hot kiss consuming my mind and soul. And so, I didn’t shy away, I didn’t back off or tilt my head to avoid it. Instead, I embraced it. All of it. I reciprocated the kiss with the same fervor, maybe even m







