Chapter 3

"Check everything one final time."

The Council secretary stood on the chapel steps, his voice as cold as a sentence.

"Once sealed, the three-year trial cannot be changed privately. Anyone who withdraws forfeits their place in the line of succession. Anyone who breaks the contract will answer to family law."

Everyone lowered their heads to review their seal pages. Noah leaned slightly toward me, his eyes on my file.

"Looks like we are both going to Marseille. You're leading the neurotoxin reversal project?"

Before I could answer, a hand pressed down on my shoulder.

Lucas stood behind me, fire trapped behind his eyes.

"Outside."

I did not move.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the chapel side door.

Night wind moved through the rose wall, carrying salt and tobacco. Lucas pinned me at the end of the corridor, his voice low and dangerous.

"Evelyn, are you done? You block me, then sit beside Noah. Are you trying to piss me off?"

I looked up at him and realized that the face I had known for more than ten years had become terribly strange.

"So you do understand that people can be hurt on purpose."

His face turned uglier.

"Unblock me. Otherwise, don't expect to add me back later."

"I wasn't planning to."

For a second, he looked stunned. Then he tightened his grip on my wrist and softened his tone just a little.

"The list is sealing soon. Check your file again. Don't make a mistake."

Then, as if it meant nothing, he added, "Check mine too, while you're at it."

I almost laughed. He thought that if he said the word, I would open the seal page, see London, swallow my pride, and follow him again.

I only looked at him in silence.

The air stiffened. Then Vivian came through the side door, her voice soft enough to drip.

"Lucas, I don't understand this clause. Can you help me?"

Lucas let go of me almost by instinct. "I'll come now."

Watching him walk away, I realized even anger would be a waste. He called after me to check carefully, as if his words were law. I did not look back.

After the process ended, Noah took me through the back gate to a harbor jazz bar. Music, waves, and strangers' laughter felt safer than the chapel's malice.

When the set ended, we turned into a narrow alley and ran into Lucas, his face dark enough to start a war.

The moment he saw Noah, his eyes went cold.

I knew he had misunderstood. But I did not care enough to explain.

I treated him like air and walked past him. At the next corridor, I heard one of his friends speak.

"Lucas, you're really not telling Evelyn? Marseille and London are half a continent apart."

Lucas gave a short, dismissive laugh.

"What does she have to do with me?"

"Besides, she must have changed it already. She's just throwing a fit. I can't shake her off even if I try. It's annoying as hell."

I stopped. Then we came face-to-face.

Everyone froze.

Lucas told the others to leave and forced Noah back with a look. Then he cornered me against the wall.

"You went to see a show and called someone else instead of me?"

He leaned down, lazy in tone but taut around the eyes.

"Little shadow, you've gotten bold. You think this is enough to make me jealous?"

He caught my hand and gave it a little shake, the way he always did after our fights.

"Fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you that night. Can we stop fighting now?"

I said nothing.

A flicker of real impatience crossed his face.

"Did you check your file? Did you check mine too?"

I looked at him and felt only sadness.

Even now, he refused to tell the truth. He still expected me to finish the lie for him.

That was when Vivian appeared.

"Lucas, they're laughing at me. Come help me."

As if only then noticing me, she widened her eyes.

"Oh, Evelyn, you're here too. Did you follow my location post? Please don't misunderstand. I just love this band, so I begged Lucas to come with me."

I had no interest in playing along. I pulled my hand free, but Vivian blocked my path, eyes red. "If my being here upsets you, I'll leave. As long as you and Lucas don't fight, I'll do anything."

Then she bent as if to apologize. Lucas caught her at once and pulled her into his arms like she was glass.

"Evelyn, can you stop losing your mind every time you see Vivian?"

I looked at his hand on her shoulder, and my voice went cold.

"Do you think the distance between you two is what friends should have?"

Lucas froze. Then, as if I had exposed something he did not want named, he sneered.

"What, finally done pretending? Weren't you the one who said she was pitiful and told us to take care of her? Why are you jealous now?"

I stared at him until the last warmth inside me went out.

"If you love taking care of her so much, marry her."

Then I turned and left.

Behind me, Lucas shouted, furious and panicked, "If you walk away tonight, don't ever come back."

I did not even slow down.