Mag-log inCassian notices the difference before anyone says anything.No one follows him when he steps outside.The first time, it felt controlled. Measured. Like every step he took had already been decided for him.Nowthere’s space.Real space.He walks past the edge of the garden, past the trimmed lines and quiet order, toward the stable. The ground is softer here, less perfect. The air carries a different scent—wood, earth, something real.No voice stops him.No guard steps in.It doesn’t feel like freedom.But it isn’t confinement either.It’s something in between.And that tells him everything he needs to know.“You’re moving differently.”Cassian doesn’t turn immediately.Adrian’s voice comes from behind him, calm as always, like he’s been there longer than he lets on.Cassian keeps his eyes ahead for a moment
Elias doesn’t look surprised when Rowan returns.That’s the first thing Rowan notices.Not the house. Not the silence. Not even the fact that the door is already open before he knocks.Just Elias.Waiting.“You came back,” Elias says.Rowan steps inside without hesitation, Taryn just behind him. “You knew I would.”Elias gives a small nod, like that confirms something he had already decided.“I was hoping you would,” he replies.The door closes behind them.The room feels the same as before quiet, controlled, nothing out of place. But something has shifted.Last time, Elias held back.This timehe doesn’t.Rowan doesn’t waste time.“You lied,” he says.Taryn glances at him, but doesn’t interrupt.Elias exhales slowly, not defensive, not surprised.“I didn’t lie,” he says. “I just didn’t say everything.”“That’s the same thing,” Rowan replies.Elias shakes his head slightly. “No. It’s knowing when the truth matters.”Rowan steps closer.“It matters now.”A pause.Elias studies him care
The door doesn’t lock behind him this time.Cassian notices that first.Not the guard stepping aside. Not the way the hallway stretches further than he expected. Not even the fact that no one is rushing him.Just the door.Unlocked.He steps out slowly, testing it without making it obvious. His body is still recovering, still heavier than it should be, but he doesn’t show it. Not here. Not now.“Keep moving,” the guard says.The tone isn’t harsh.Just firm.Cassian doesn’t argue.He follows.The air changes before he even sees where they’re going.Cooler.Cleaner.Less confined.By the time they step outside, the difference is immediate.Open space.A wide stretch of land bordered by low fencing, the ground soft with trimmed grass. To the right, a stable stands quiet, the faint scent of hay and wood carried lightly through t
Lennox doesn’t speak immediately.Rowan lets the silence stretch.He doesn’t rush it. Doesn’t push. Silence does more damage than questions when someone is already cornered, and Lennox is very clearly cornered now.“You followed me,” Lennox says again, quieter this time.Rowan remains standing across the table, steady, unreadable.“You walked into it,” he replies.Taryn shifts slightly to the side, not blocking Lennox completely but not giving him space either. Enough to remind him this isn’t a conversation he can step away from.Lennox exhales and leans back in his chair, trying to regain some control. “You don’t understand what you just interrupted.”Rowan’s gaze doesn’t move. “Then explain it.”A brief pause settles between them.Lennox lets out a short, dry laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You think this is
Rowan doesn’t wait.The moment Taryn lowers her phone in the garden, something in him sharpens into focus.“Lennox just left,” she says.Rowan is already turning toward the house.“Did he say where?”“No. No destination. No notice. He just walked out.”Behind them, Sloane’s voice follows, quieter now but carrying weight.“You’re already behind.”Rowan doesn’t respond, but the words stay with him as he moves. Taryn falls into step beside him, both of them leaving the quiet of the garden behind. The calm no longer fits. Not after everything they’ve uncovered.By the time they reach the front, Rowan already knows this isn’t random.Lennox didn’t leave to think.He left to act.Outside, the air feels tighter.Rowan unlocks the car and gets in. Taryn slides into the passenger seat, watching him closely as he starts the engine.“You think he’s meeting someone,” she says.Rowan pulls onto the road. “He wouldn’t leave like that for nothing.”A moment passes before he adds, “He saw something i
Sloane Wesley is in the garden when Rowan finds her.Not the front.Not the part anyone sees.This one sits behind the house quiet, enclosed, hidden by tall hedges and old trees that block out most of the city beyond it. It feels separate from everything else. Like time moves slower here.She’s standing near the stone path, a pair of shears in her hand, trimming a rose bush that doesn’t really need trimming.Rowan pauses before stepping closer.For a second, he just watches her.She looks… different.Not weaker.But not untouchable either.Just a mother.“You always find the places people don’t expect,” she says without turning.Rowan exhales lightly. “You always pick them.”That makes her smile.Faint.Tired.She turns then, setting the shears down on a nearby table.“You should have called.”&ldqu
The morning after felt deceptively ordinary.Sunlight spilled over the penthouse’s terrace, glinting off the half-assembled poolside bar. Staff in matching polos moved around briskly, adjusting white parasols, hanging shimmering paper lanterns, and arranging tables draped in ivory linen.Cassian s
Morning light crept into the penthouse through gauzy drapes, casting soft shadows across the floor. But there was no peace in the glow just exhaustion wearing yesterday’s clothes.Cassian hadn’t slept. The message from the unknown number had replayed in his mind all night like a ticking clock.Happ
The penthouse was dim when they returned, the glitter of the gala behind them, but its consequences still simmering in their bones.Cassian stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the city like it owed him answers. Rowan paced behind him, his movements tight, controlled. The silence betwe
The LGBTQ Gala was everything a PR team could dream of spotlights dancing across city landmarks, rainbow banners unfurling down the steps of the Grand Vespara Hotel, and cameras flashing like falling stars.The ballroom shimmered with crystal chandeliers and prism-colored lights that danced across







