FAZER LOGINELLIEMorning 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 words hung in the frozen air between us, and it settled like poisonous lead in my gut.I'm a dead man.My arms tightened around Silas, my face pressed against his chest where I could feel his heart beating steady and strong. Alive. For now, he was alive and here and holding me like I was the one who needed comfort when he'd just told me leaving this place would be a death sentence."We're not leaving," I said against his coat, my voice muffled but firm. "We'll stay here. All of us. For as long as it takes."His laugh was quiet, humorless. "That's not how this works, Tiny.""Then we'll make it work." I pulled back enough to look at him, my gloved hands gripping his jacket. "We'll figure something out. There has to be a way to—"The sound of tires crunching on snow cut me off.Silas's entire body went rigid, his hand immediately moving to the gun I hadn't realized he was carrying at his hip. His gray eyes scanned the tree line, every muscle coiled and ready for violence.Then
"Yeah. Dear old dad wanted his kid dead. Hired the organization to make it happen quietly." Silas pulled off his gloves, his scarred knuckles red from cold. "I tracked Lorenzo for three weeks. Got close enough to do it maybe six times.""But you didn't." It wasn't a question."No. Because Lorenzo figured out someone was following him. Cornered me in an alley with a gun to my head and made me a better offer." Something softened in Silas's expression, just slightly. "Said he'd pay me double what his father offered if I helped him fake his death instead. Gave me a way out of the organization. A family that didn't see me as expendable.""So you took it.""I was sixteen and exhausted from killing for people who'd throw me away the second I wasn't useful anymore." He met my eyes. "Lorenzo offered me something different. Something better. So yeah, I took it."The pieces were falling into place now. The bond between them that went deeper than friendship. The way they moved around each other l
ELLIEI headed upstairs to my room, my feet heavy on each step. As tempting as it was to eavesdrop on Lorenzo and Silas after getting Lorenzo food—not that they were doing much to hide their conversation from me anyway—all I could think about was the phone hidden under my pillow.The weight of the
ELLIEMasked men stepped into the apartment—three of them, maybe four, it was hard to tell in my panic. Their faces were hidden behind grotesque clown masks, the kind that belonged in horror movies, not real life. The painted smiles were twisted and leering, their hollow eye sockets staring at me
ELLIEI stayed in the bathroom longer than necessary, gripping the marble countertop until my knuckles turned white. The cold surface helped ground me, pulling me back from the edge of whatever darkness had consumed my dreams.My reflection stared back at me—pale, haunted, with dark circles under m
What the fuck was wrong with me? I mentally berated myself as I tried to steady my breathing, my heart still hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I'd almost kissed him. Actually kissed Silas—the same man who'd made my life hell since I arrived, who treated me like I was nothing







