LOGINHENDRIXKonstantin came for me at dawn, which meant Erdem had spent the hours since the armory deciding exactly how he intended to extract what I still wouldn't give him."Interrogation room," Konstantin said, not unkindly, though his eyes lingered a moment too long on the bandage taped along my forearm where the weapon rack's edge had caught me during the struggle with Erdem. "He's waiting."I went without resistance. There was no version of resistance left that would have accomplished anything except delaying the inevitable, and three years of preparation had at least taught me the difference between a fight worth having and a fight that only wasted breath.He was already there when Konstantin brought me in, standing with his back to the door, the bandage at his forearm visible beneath a rolled sleeve. He didn't turn until the door closed and Konstantin's footsteps faded down the corridor."Sit." "I prefer standing.""I didn't ask what you prefer." His voice carrie
HENDRIX The guard shift changed at two in the morning, a seven-minute gap between the outgoing patrol clearing the lower corridors and the incoming one settling into position.Seven minutes had never felt like enough before. Tonight, with Silas's keycard warm against my palm, I decided it would have to be.I slipped from my new room, quiet and unhurried. The corridor beyond Erdem's private wing was empty at this hour, lit only by the low amber strips set into the floor molding, and I moved along it with my back close to the wall, counting seconds.One chance before the next patrol. The lower east hall smelled of old water. I'd been here once before, chasing a signal from the tracker band toward the chapel passage, but I'd never come this deep. The first door yielded to Silas's card without protest — a storage room, empty crates, nothing worth the risk I'd taken to reach it. The second did the same, revealing a narrow server room humming with quiet machinery I didn
HENDRIX The new room was larger than the glass cage, which should have felt like progress and didn't. No transparent walls this time — solid wood, a real door with a real lock, a window overlooking the eastern garden instead of a corridor full of watching guards."Why here?" I asked, though I already suspected the answer.Konstantin nodded toward the wall adjoining the room. "Mr. Veyra's quarters are through there."Of course they were. Konstantin set down the small bag containing what few belongings I'd accumulated in three weeks and left without another word, the lock turning behind him with the same electronic finality the glass room's door had always had.I ran my hand along the shared wall once the room was empty. Old stone beneath newer plaster, the same kind of construction that carried sound.I lay down on the unfamiliar bed and stared at the ceiling and told myself this changed nothing. The mission remained the mission. Liora's truth still waited somewhere beneath thi
HENDRIX The last of the gala guests filtered toward the front drive in twos and threes. The night had grown cold. Erdem walked beside me down the front steps, one hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the narrow service alley that ran along the estate's east wing — a shortcut back to the private entrance, away from the departing crowd and the cameras. "Almost done," he said, more to himself than to me. "You say that like the night's been hard on you." "The night has been hard on my patience." His eyes swept the alley ahead of us. "Arzan men in my garden, a boy who lies to me about talking to no one, and a party I still don't know the true cost of." "You'll find out the cost eventually. You always do." "Is that meant to comfort me?" "No," I said. "It's meant to be true." He almost smiled. The alley narrowed ahead of us, and for one strange moment the noise of the gala behind us faded into something almost peaceful — cold air, the two of us walking side by side li
HENDRIXErdem's hand did not leave my waist.The orchestra shifted into something slower, something meant for couples who trusted each other with their backs turned. Around us, the gala guests parted the way water parts for a stone dropped into it — not because anyone asked them to, but because Erdem Veyra moving toward the center of the floor was its own kind of command."Dance with me," he said.It was not a question."I don't know how.""You know how to lie convincingly. This is easier."His hand slid from my waist to my palm, fingers closing around mine. I let him pull me into the open floor because refusing here, in front of Niko Arzan's retreating shadow and a hundred watching wolves, would have cost more than the dance itself."You're thinking too loudly again," he said."I'm thinking about how many of these people want you dead.""All of them. Focus on something more useful."His hand pressed against my back, guiding me through a turn I didn't fully understand until my body was
HENDRIXThe door closed behind him. The stylist unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a suit cut close to the body. The color was almost red. I stared at it. "Did he choose this?" "Yes." "Of course he did." The stylist laid the clothes across the table. "I'll need to remove your shirt." I looked at her. "No." She glanced at the camera in the ceiling. "Mr. Veyra instructed—" "Mr. Veyra can instruct the walls." The woman hesitated. I removed my shirt myself. The cold air touched my back. The stylist did not react to the scars. Instead, she dressed the wounds at my wrists with a thin layer of concealer, then fastened the wine-colored shirt around my throat. The fabric was soft. It fit perfectly. In the mirror, I saw the person Erdem had designed. The clothes made me appear slimmer and younger. My face remained boyish beneath the careful styling. The tracker band disappeared beneath my left cuff. If Liora saw me in this, she would have laughed and told me to make th



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