LOGINSILASThe drive back to the cottage was silent except for the sound of tires on packed snow and Lorenzo's ragged breathing from the passenger seat.I kept my hands on the wheel, knuckles white, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. Noir sat in the back, his mismatched eyes staring out the window at nothing, his long hair falling forward to hide whatever expression was on his face.Lorenzo had blood crusted in his hair from where they'd knocked him out. His hands kept flexing and releasing on his thighs, the movement compulsive, like he was trying to grip something that wasn't there anymore.We'd found him slumped over the steering wheel in the restaurant parking lot, the place completely empty, no sign of Ellie or Vittorio or anyone else. Just Lorenzo, unconscious and bleeding, and the absence of her hitting me like a freight train to the chest.She was gone.Ellie was gone, and none of us had been there to stop it.The cottage came into view through the trees, warm light glowing from
LORENZODinner tasted like ash in my mouth, though I couldn't say why until I looked up and saw Ellie's hands shaking as she cut her chicken.She'd been quiet all day. Withdrawn in a way that set off alarm bells in the back of my mind. But I'd written it off as her processing everything with Silas, with her father's organization, with the weight of secrets she hadn't asked to carry. She's been acting alright with it, but I know better than anyone the weight that comes with such a reality, the guilt that also comes with it. How part of you is always asking questions, wondering if you could've helped or save any of the lives that might been destroyed by your parent.Hating the fact that their blood will always run in your veins.Always.But this isn't that. Her eyes are unfocused, her gaze sometimes rests on me and I feel the intensity from it like a physical thing.Now, watching her fork tremble as she brought it to her lips, I knew it was more than that."I have to go to town tomorrow
ELLIEMorning light streamed through the massive windows, warm light came with it beautiful, almost peaceful. I woke up warm, sandwiched between Silas's chest at my back and Noir's arm draped across my waist from where he'd somehow ended up on my other side during the night. Lorenzo was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on a shirt, his dark hair still messed from sleep."Morning," I mumbled, my voice rough.Lorenzo glanced back, his lips quirking in what might have been a smile. "Morning. Coffee?""Please."Silas groaned behind me, his arm tightening around my waist. "Too early for consciousness.""It's almost ten," Lorenzo said, standing and stretching. The movement pulled his shirt up, revealing a strip of tanned skin and muscle that made my mouth go dry despite just waking up."Exactly. Too early." But Silas was already shifting, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before rolling out of bed with exaggerated dramatics.Noir's eyes opened, green and silver finding mine
NOIRHer face shifted, that hurt deepening before she tried to mask it. I'd done exactly what I'd feared—made her feel rejected when this had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the demons living in my head."I'm sorry," I forced out, my voice raw and scraped. The words felt inadequate, pathetic. "I can't—I'm sorry."I was moving before I'd decided to move. Crossing the living room on legs that didn't feel stable, yanking open the front door so hard it slammed against the wall. Stepping out into the night.The cold hit me with brutal intensity, stealing what little breath I'd managed to recover. My lungs seized, the air so cold it burned going down. Snow crunched under my boots as I stumbled off the porch, away from the cottage, away from the warmth and safety and her.The temperature had to be below zero. Maybe significantly below. I wasn't dressed for it—just jeans and a t-shirt, no coat, no gloves. The kind of cold that could kill if you stayed out too long. Already my
NOIRFour days since I'd brought back supplies, and something in Ellie had changed.The others hadn't noticed. Silas was too busy making jokes to cover his own fear of being hunted. Lorenzo was buried in his work, trying to orchestrate solutions from this remote corner of the world. They saw what they wanted to see—Ellie coping, Ellie adapting, Ellie being strong.But I saw the truth.The light in her eyes had dimmed. Not extinguished, but muted, like someone had turned down the brightness and she was trying desperately to pretend otherwise. She carried herself differently too. Shoulders pulled back too far, spine too straight. The posture of someone holding themselves together through sheer force of will.She was drowning and pretending to swim.It was late now. Silas had gone to bed an hour ago, his bruised ribs still bothering him enough that he needed the rest. Lorenzo was in the study, hunched over his laptop, running traces on financial movements that might lead us to Elijah's l
NOIRFour days since I'd brought back supplies, and something in Ellie had changed.The others hadn't noticed. Silas was too busy making jokes to cover his own fear of being hunted. Lorenzo was buried in his work, trying to orchestrate solutions from this remote corner of the world. They saw what they wanted to see—Ellie coping, Ellie adapting, Ellie being strong.But I saw the truth.The light in her eyes had dimmed. Not extinguished, but muted, like someone had turned down the brightness and she was trying desperately to pretend otherwise. She carried herself differently too. Shoulders pulled back too far, spine too straight. The posture of someone holding themselves together through sheer force of will.She was drowning and pretending to swim.It was late now. Silas had gone to bed an hour ago, his bruised ribs still bothering him enough that he needed the rest. Lorenzo was in the study, hunched over his laptop, running traces on financial movements that might lead us to Elijah's l
ELLIEThe silence after Silas left felt too loud. I sat there on the training mat, my body still shaking from what had just happened, trying to figure out what the hell I'd just done.What I'd wanted to happen.When Silas came back with a towel and water, neither of us said anything. The easy joki
ELLIEI woke up with my stomach aching like I'd eaten a horse.The memories came flooding back as I blinked in the bright light—Noir and I had devoured that chocolate cake like we were starving animals competing for the last meal on earth. We'd laughed as we fought over the bigger pieces, frosting
ELLIEAfter dinner, I couldn't shake the weird tension that had settled over the table. Noir's distant mood, Lorenzo's workaholic tendencies, and Silas's knowing smirks—it was all too much. I needed some space, some normalcy, so I headed to the kitchen to see if I could help Stella with the dishes.
NOIRTW: ABUSEI stared at her, not sure I'd heard correctly."We are friends, Noir, whether you want to admit it or not," she continued, her voice getting stronger. "And I'm going to stay by your side until this day ends. You don't have to celebrate, you don't have to be happy about it, but you do







