Lorien The moment my fingertips brushed Cassius’s arm, he shoved me back so sharply that my chest caved with more than just the force of his hand. It was the silence that cut deepest—silence where his voice should have been, silence where his arms should have caught me.“Cassius—” My voice cracked, my throat so tight it hurt to speak. “It’s not how it looks. I swear to you, I was never going to do anything that would hurt you.”His back stiffened, his shoulders broad and rigid like the very wall I could never climb. Slowly, he turned, his eyes wild fire and storm all at once.“Then why, Lorien?” His words tore through me like claws. “Why did you make such a foolish mistake in the first place?”I couldn’t hold his gaze. I couldn’t bear to see what I had carved into him with my own hands. My eyes dropped to the rain-slick ground, my chest heaving like something inside me was shattering beyond repair. A broken sound escaped me as I sniffed, my vision blurring.“I… I didn’t have a choice
Lorien I didn’t understand what he was saying. No matter how much I tried to make sense of his twisted words, they coiled around my head like snakes, hissing in riddles that had no meaning. My patience, already stretched thin by his very presence, snapped like brittle glass.“What are you even talking about, Mathias?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. “If you want to say something, then be clear about it. Because right now, you’re getting on my last damn nerve—and it’s not funny.”He looked up at me from where he sat, bruised and battered, eyes dark and unfocused like a man who had stared too long into madness. His lips curled into something between a smirk and a grimace. “You promised me, Lorien,” he rasped, his voice low and broken, yet steady with conviction. “When you were about to serve by my side, you swore you would do it with all honesty and love. But what happened? You didn’t fulfill your words. And now… now we’re back in a worse place than befo
LorienI woke up with a kind of restless energy thrumming through my veins. Excitement. That was the only word for it. My chest felt lighter than it had in years, like maybe—just maybe—the air wasn’t so hard to breathe anymore. Cassius had found me worthy enough to stand beside him, to be part of his team. His words from last night still echoed in my mind, almost surreal. After everything we’d been through—his rejection, my running, the wars between us—he had chosen me. Me.I pressed my face into the pillow and exhaled a shaky laugh. It was stupid how much it meant, but my heart swelled with pride I couldn’t contain. For the first time in so long, I wasn’t just a burden, or the boy everyone wanted to break. I was something more.But the bubble burst as soon as my gaze fell on the table across the room.A single folded letter lay there, sharp and deliberate against the wood. I froze, every ounce of joy draining from me as if my veins had turned to ice. The handwriting on the front was
CassiusThe bar was quiet at midnight, the kind of silence that made every sound feel heavier than it should. Only the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old wooden beams broke through the stillness. Even the shadows seemed to lean in closer, clinging to the corners as though they, too, were listening.Lorien sat hunched at the counter, the soft amber glow of the hanging lamp throwing sharp lines across his face. His glass was already half-drained, his fingers curled around it like it was the only thing holding him together. His back was rigid, shoulders squared in that stubborn way of his that screamed he wasn’t going to let me in—not tonight, maybe not ever.And yet, here I was.Because sleep was impossible without him.I dragged the stool beside him out, the legs scraping against the wood floor with a groan that echoed too loud in the stillness. I lowered myself into it, folding my arms on the bar. “You planning to drink yourself into oblivion tonight?” I
LorienI told myself to stay in the room.To keep my distance.To trust that my boys would be safe.But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, my chest felt tight. Every time I thought of them being out there without me, a gnawing unease clawed at my insides.It wasn’t paranoia. I knew—deep in my bones—that eyes were watching them. Evil eyes. And with everything I had seen and heard lately, it wasn’t a matter of if someone tried to harm them, but when.Lucian and Caius were special. That wasn’t a blessing—it was a target painted across their backs. The kind of power they carried was enough to start wars, and I’d be damned if I let anyone get the first move on us.So I stepped out of the room.I wasn’t ready for who was waiting.Julian.He was leaning casually against the wall like he’d been expecting me, his gaze slicing through me—cold, sharp, judgment dripping from every word before he even opened his mouth.“You should be ashamed of yourself,” he said, voice like a blade wr
LorienI told myself to stay in the room.To keep my distance.To trust that my boys would be safe.But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, my chest felt tight. Every time I thought of them being out there without me, a gnawing unease clawed at my insides.It wasn’t paranoia. I knew—deep in my bones—that eyes were watching them. Evil eyes. And with everything I had seen and heard lately, it wasn’t a matter of if someone tried to harm them, but when.Lucian and Caius were special. That wasn’t a blessing—it was a target painted across their backs. The kind of power they carried was enough to start wars, and I’d be damned if I let anyone get the first move on us.So I stepped out of the room.I wasn’t ready for who was waiting.Julian.He was leaning casually against the wall like he’d been expecting me, his gaze slicing through me—cold, sharp, judgment dripping from every word before he even opened his mouth.“You should be ashamed of yourself,” he said, voice like a blade wr