“Lena,” Leo said, his voice low, clipped. “Sit.”I sank into the velvet chair, my hands gripping the arms, bracing for whatever came next. “What’s this about?” I asked, my tone cautious but firm. I was done shrinking.He leaned forward, his gaze piercing, like he could see every secret I’d ever buried. “You ran,” he said, his voice edged with something raw—anger, maybe, or something deeper. “You trusted Nicole, took her bait, and nearly got yourself killed. I need to know you’re not going to do it again.”My stomach dropped, but I held his gaze. “I didn’t mean to—”“Intentions don’t matter,” he cut me off, his voice sharp but not cruel.“Intentions don’t matter,” he cut me off, his voice sharp but not cruel. “You put yourself in her hands, Lena. Nicole’s not some Good Samaritan. She’s a blade, and you’re the one she wants to cut me with. I need to know you’re done playing her game.”I swallowed, my throat dry. “I didn’t know who she was,” I said, my voice steady despite the guilt claw
I stirred slowly, the weight of sleep still pulling at my limbs. My lashes fluttered against the pillow, my head throbbing slightly like I'd been out for days. As I shifted, I felt warmth against my back. My eyes snapped open.Someone was in bed with me.I turned my head slowly, heart racing, breath lodged in my throat—only to see Leo lying beside me, fully clothed. His arms loosely draped across his midsection, head tilted towards me and his jaws relaxed in a way I rarely ever saw.I blinked, was I dreaming?I shifted gently, attempting to ease out of bed without waking him up but the moment I moved, his arm shot out, strong and firm, wrapping around my waist and pulling me back into him.“Get some rest,” he murmured, voice low and hoarse from sleep. I tried to struggle out of his grip but froze when I heard him speak again. “It's been a long day. Cut it out.”He wasn't angry, he just sounded tired.I allowed myself to relax slightly, though my body remained tense in his hold.“What…
The man in the hood stood ahead, his gun glinting with cold intent, while the SUV’s engine growled closer, boxing me in. My breath hitched, my heart hammering in my ears. I was trapped, no knife, no car, just a little over sixty bucks.“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice shaking but sharp, trying to buy time. My eyes darted, searching for any escape.The man’s lips curled, his voice low and mocking. “You’re Lynx, aren’t you? Ghost Clan’s got a nice price on your head. Thought you’d be harder to catch.”“I’m nobody,” I snapped, my fingers tightening around the pendant. “You’ve got the wrong person.”He laughed, a dry, grating sound. “Wrong person?”My blood ran cold. “Back off.” I said, stepping back, my boots scraping the pavement.“Big words for a cornered rat,” he sneered, raising his gun. “Last chance, girl.”I spotted it then—a narrow gap between the crumbling buildings to my right, barely wide enough to slip through. My body moved before my mind caught up, and I bolted, scraping
LENA'S POV The road stretched out like a dark vein through the night, the stolen car’s headlights carving a path through the industrial district’s decay.My hands shook on the wheel, Nicole’s smirk still burning in my mind—that cold, calculated smile as I’d sped off from the gas station, like she’d meant for me to take the keys, like I was still her pawn. I’d escaped Leo’s mansion, escaped her, but freedom felt like a trap I hadn’t seen yet. The pendant hung heavy around my neck, its sapphire glinting faintly in the dashboard’s glow, tethering me to a past I didn’t understand and a future I couldn’t trust.I’d been driving for less than ten minutes when I saw him—a man on the roadside, thumb out, his silhouette hunched against the cold. My heart pounded, every instinct screaming to keep going, but I slowed the car. I couldn’t keep it—Nicole might’ve rigged it with a tracker, and Leo’s reach was long. I needed to ditch it, fast, and this guy was my way out.I pulled over, the engine i
LEO'S POVThe mansion was too damn quiet tonight, the kind of silence that crawls under your skin and makes your blood hum with unease.I’d gotten into the habit of checking on Lena, slipping into my room where she slept—my bed, my sheets, her small frame curled up like she could disappear into them.I told myself it was about control, keeping tabs on the woman I’d bought, the one who’d somehow become more than a transaction. But it was a lie. She was a crack in my armor, and every night I stood over her, watching her breathe, I felt it widen.I pushed open my bedroom door, the room was dark, the moonlight slicing through the heavy curtains, but the bed was empty. The sheets were smooth, untouched, like she’d never been there.My chest tightened, a cold, unfamiliar jolt of panic. The pendant was gone from the nightstand where she sometimes left it.I scanned the room—nothing. No sign of a struggle, no blood, no broken glass. Just absence.“Lena,” I muttered, my voice low, like she mig
I found Mrs Thornton in the kitchen that morning, her hands dusted with flour as she kneaded dough. The warmth of her presence was a stark contrast to the cold dread coiled in my chest. She glanced at me, her eyes soft but piercing, like she could see the storm brewing inside me.“You’re quieter than usual, honey,” she said, her voice gentle as she shaped the dough. “What’s weighing on you?”I hesitated, my fingers tracing the rim of a coffee mug. The truth clawed at my throat, but I couldn’t tell her everything—not about Nicole’s whispers, not about my plan.“I just… I don’t know if I belong here,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I keep thinking about what’s out there, what I’m missing. But I’m scared, Mrs. Thornton. Scared of staying, scared of leaving.”She paused, wiping her hands on her apron, her gaze steady. “This place… it’s not kind to soft hearts like yours, Lena. But running? That’s a different kind of danger. You’ve seen what’s out there—the Ghost Clan, peopl