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Axel entered the living room with his shirt inside out and a lopsided apron tied over his chest like a toddler attempting cosplay. Gavin trailed behind, hair ruffled, smudges of flour on his cheek, and a metal whisk in one hand like it was a weapon of mass confusion. They both paused dramatically when they saw Julian on the couch with a blanket tucked around him like a burrito.Julian didn’t even glance up from the old novel he wasn’t reading, the dog-eared pages barely shifting.“We have come,” Gavin declared with a flourishing bow, “to lift your spirits and sprinkle sunshine into your soul.”Julian didn’t flinch. “You two are the depression.”“Harsh,” Axel said, placing a hand on his chest. “My tender little heart—”“Is as cold as your chicken from last week,” Julian mumbled.Miss Maria walked in just in time, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Boys, if you’re here to make more mess, I swear on my holy recipes—”“We are helping today,” GaviThird POVAxel entered the living room with his shirt inside out and a lopsided apron tied over his chest like a toddler attempting cosplay. Gavin trailed behind, hair ruffled, smudges of flour on his cheek, and a metal whisk in one hand like it was a weapon of mass confusion. They both paused dramatically when they saw Julian on the couch with a blanket tucked around him like a burrito.Julian didn’t even glance up from the old novel he wasn’t reading, the dog-eared pages barely shifting.“We have come,” Gavin declared with a flourishing bow, “to lift your spirits and sprinkle sunshine into your soul.”Julian didn’t flinch. “You two are the depression.”“Harsh,” Axel said, placing a hand on his chest. “My tender little heart—”“Is as cold as your chicken from last week,” Julian mumbled.Miss Maria walked in just in time, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Boys, if you’re here to make more mess, I swear on my holy recipes—”“We are helping today,” Gavi
Third POVJulian’s fingers curled into the blanket.Lucian added softly, “He asked us to take care of you. All of us. He trusts us.”Julian stared at the far wall for a long while, jaw clenched tightly, then turned his face toward the window. His lips trembled. “He didn’t even say goodbye…”Lucian didn’t speak.Julian swallowed, his eyes beginning to sting. “I didn’t even get to tell him I love him.”Lucian’s voice was gentle. “He knows.”“No,” Julian whispered. “You don’t understand. He… he’s always thinking for me. Making choices for me. Even this… he made this decision without even asking how I felt.”Lucian lowered his gaze. “He’s never stopped loving you.”“That’s not the point,” Julian snapped. “Love isn’t disappearing into the night and leaving someone behind to wonder if they mattered enough to be chosen.”Lucian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I get it. I do. But he thinks this is the only way to keep you safe. You mean every
Third POVLater that afternoon, Cassiel called everyone into the private lounge adjacent to Julian’s recovery suite. The air was tense and quiet, only the occasional beep of hospital machines in the background. Enzo stood near the back wall, arms crossed, unreadable as always. Lucian sat beside the window, gaze flicking to Cassiel now and then. Miss Maria was next to Gavin, holding a folded handkerchief in her lap, just in case. Axel leaned beside the door, vigilant and calm.Cassiel stood in front of them, hands clasped behind his back. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, but his voice came out even.“I need to leave.”No one spoke for a second.Miss Maria was the first to react. “Leave? After everything? Now?”Cassiel nodded. “Yes. Now.”“But Julian just got out of danger,” she pressed. “He needs you. You can’t just abandon him again.”“I’m not abandoning him,” Cassiel said quickly. “This is to protect him. If Emiliano’s network isn’t complet
Third POVCassiel parked the black SUV right in front of the rusted iron gates leading into Moreau’s lab—an isolated, cold facility deep within an unregistered perimeter of the city. He stepped out without haste, shutting the door and taking a moment to scan the surroundings. The building loomed ahead like a forgotten fortress, vines crawling up its walls, windows tinted black.The night air was sharp, biting through his jacket, but Cassiel remained unaffected. From the inside of his coat, he retrieved a compact square device, no bigger than a thumb. He crouched near the rear of the vehicle and stuck the sensor to the chassis, directly above the fuel line. Once it blinked green, he pressed a sequence on his phone, activating it. The device would signal his phone the moment the car’s lock was breached or moved. It would also detonate upon his signal—an insurance policy.Cassiel didn’t look back as he walked into the entrance, the heavy metal doors sliding open with a groa
Third POV“Yes,” Moreau confirmed. “In exchange, I’ll prepare the antidote within the next two hours. Not a counterfeit. Not a prototype. The real deal. It will stop the neurotoxin, neutralize the trace compounds, and save your beloved.”Cassiel’s voice remained unchanged. “And if I say no?”Moreau smiled. “Then I’ll pack up shop and disappear. And Julian…” He let the words hang, trailing off with a smug shrug.Cassiel stared at him in silence for a long moment. The entire warehouse felt like it held its breath.Then, without breaking eye contact, Cassiel nodded once.“You’ll have him within two hours,” he said.“What?!” Enzo roared, spinning toward Cassiel. “No. Are you serious right now?! Lucian?! He’s one of us!”Cassiel’s gaze didn’t shift. “And Julian is mine.”“You’re selling him out! You don’t even know what this freak’s experiment will do to him!”Cassiel stood, slowly adjusting his coat. “We all made choices when we signed up for this
Third POVCassiel stood in the center of the dark, quiet old laboratory, the low hum of electricity barely audible under the eerie silence. His eyes didn’t waver from the man seated across the rusting steel table. The man who had once been Emiliano’s trusted physician. The man who now held Julian’s fate in his bloodstained hands.Moreau.Enzo paced like a caged beast behind Cassiel, his fists clenched and his jaw ticking in restrained fury.“Where’s the antidote?” Enzo snapped, walking right up to Moreau and slamming both palms onto the table, making the old man flinch slightly. “You created that poison. Don’t act surprised it came back to you.”Moreau chuckled, the sound slow, low, and irritating. “Of course it did. And you think marching in here like this is going to intimidate me?” He leaned forward with a mocking tilt of his head. “You're not in your kingdom, Cassiel.”Cassiel didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were locked onto Moreau with calm precision.