ELLIEThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and death.I'd forgotten that smell, or maybe I'd tried to block it out after spending so much time here when my mother constantly overdosed. But the moment we walked through the automatic doors, it hit me—that clinical, sterile scent that couldn't quite mask the underlying reality of what happened in places like this.Lorenzo, Noir, and Silas followed behind me as I made my way to the oncology ward. The elevator ride up felt endless, each floor taking a lifetime to pass. My hands were shaking, and I shoved them into the pockets of Noir's leather jacket to hide it.When the doors finally opened, I forced my legs to move down the hallway. Room 412. Sarah had given me the number on the phone.The door was partially open, and I could hear the quiet beeping of machines inside. I stopped just outside, trying to prepare myself for what I was about to see.But nothing could have prepared me.Dylan looked nothing like the vibrant woman I'd left behin
I settled into one of the seats, and the men arranged themselves around me—Noir beside me, Lorenzo across from us, Silas in the seat behind. Like they were forming some kind of protective circle, even here in the relative safety of the plane.The flight attendant—a professional-looking woman who Lorenzo clearly knew—went through the safety procedures with practiced efficiency. Then we were taxiing down the runway, and Italy was falling away beneath us.The entirety of the flight was spent with each man trying to lift my spirits in their own way.Silas told ridiculous stories about jobs gone wrong, missions that had turned into absolute disasters but somehow worked out in the end. He exaggerated everything, making himself the butt of most jokes, clearly trying to make me laugh. And despite the heaviness in my chest, I found myself smiling occasionally, even chuckling at his more outrageous tales."And then Lorenzo had to pull me out through the window," Silas was saying, gesturing wild
ELLIEI stood in front of my closet, staring at the clothes I'd accumulated during my time at the mansion. Lorenzo left one day and just came back with an entire wardrobe of brand clothes that I couldn't refuse. My hands hovered over different items, but then I remembered—most of my things were still at the apartment I shared with Dylan. The place that felt like a lifetime ago, back when my biggest worry was making rent and dealing with difficult diner customers.I didn't need to pack much. Just enough for a few days.The thought made my chest constrict again. A few days. That's all the time Dylan had left.I grabbed a small duffel bag and threw in some basics—underwear, a couple shirts, jeans. My hands moved mechanically, my mind somewhere else entirely. With Dylan, mostly. Remembering all the times we'd laughed until we cried, all the late-night conversations about everything and nothing, all the moments that had made her more than just my roommate or my friend.She was my family.
ELLIEAfter training, Lorenzo handed me a black phone, brand new and completely secure."It's encrypted," he explained. "Untraceable. You can call whoever you need to without worrying about Nikolai tracking or hacking it."I stared at the phone in my hands, feeling the weight of it. Freedom, in a way. The ability to connect with my life back home, the life that felt like it belonged to someone else now.A part of me worried about my old phone, those texts between Nikolai and me, everything that led to my second...or was it the third...Kidnapping. "Thank you," I said, meaning it more than he probably realized.Once I was back in my room, I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the phone for a long moment. There was only one person I wanted to call, only one person who'd been on my mind since this nightmare started.Dylan.My fingers trembled as I dialed her number, the one I knew by heart. The phone rang once, twice, three times. Just when I thought it would go to voicemail, someon
ELLIE"Now," Lorenzo said, stepping back. "Show me what Silas taught you about stance."I moved into the defensive position Silas had drilled into me, and Lorenzo circled me like a predator, noting every detail."Good. But your weight distribution is off." His hands found my hips, adjusting my position. "Center your balance here."The contact sent electricity through my system, but Lorenzo's touch was purely professional. Clinical, even. Somehow that made it more affecting, not less."Better. Now, attack me.""What?""Attack me with the knife. Try to cut me."I stared at him like he'd lost his mind. "I'm not going to stab you, Lorenzo.""You're not going to stab me because I won't let you," he said with absolute certainty. "But you need to learn what it feels like to use a weapon against a real opponent, not just a practice dummy."I hesitated for a moment, then lunged forward with the knife, aiming for his chest. He moved like liquid, sliding out of the way and catching my wrist in o
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 smeared on our fingers and probably our faces too. Noir was a monster, they said. The only monster in him last night was a cake monster. One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy.I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I lis