LOGINCeleste's POVThe shower helped considerably.Hot water, the familiar smell of my own shampoo and soap, the simple act of stripping the forest off my skin. Dirt, grass, the specific itchy residue that woodland undergrowth left behind that I hadn't noticed fully until I was standing somewhere clean enough to feel it. I stayed in longer than necessary and didn't rush any of it.Mason met me at the top of the stairs after, and looked at me in that particular way of his, not asking a dozen questions, just checking. I told him I was okay and he pressed a kiss to my forehead and let me go. That was exactly right.By the time I got into bed my body was done with the evening entirely.My mind was not ready to let it go.I lay in the dark and thought about the carved words, about the cold floor of the pit, about the boy who looked frightened and earnest and led me through the trees with the specific and deliberate purpose of getting me into that hole in the ground.Then I thought about Calist
Celeste's POVI heard the vehicle first.The distant sound of an engine cutting through the forest, getting closer, branches and undergrowth giving way as it pushed toward the ridge. I was already on my feet."Down here!" My voice came out rougher than I expected. "I am down here, in the pit!"Nothing for a second.Then a beam of torchlight swept the opening above me and landed on my face and I threw my hand up against the brightness of it."Celeste." Jason's voice. "Are you hurt?""I am fine. Just get me out."A ladder came over the edge, scraping against the packed earth as it lowered. I didn't wait for it to settle. I grabbed the sides the moment it was within reach."Climb." Mason's voice this time. "Come on."I climbed.My arms were not at their steadiest. My legs ached from the fall and from sitting on cold ground for hours and from the general exhaustion of a body that spent most of the evening in survival mode. I climbed anyway, rung by rung, until hands came down and grabbed
Mason's POVWe pulled into the estate just after eight.The drive back from the office was the kind that moved without demands. Both of us mostly quiet, the day settling behind us the way it did when work was productive and nothing urgent was trailing.Jason was on his phone for part of the journey. I drove and let the city pass outside the window and thought about nothing in particular, which was a luxury that didn't always exist on a weeknight.By the time we pulled through the estate entrance I was already thinking about food and a quiet evening and nothing more complicated than that.It was the quality of the quiet inside that shifted all of that within about thirty seconds of stepping through the door.Not the familiar kind. Not the settled quiet of an evening where everyone was in their own space and things were running in the background the way they should.The entrance lights on the way Neris left them when the main rooms were unoccupied, and an absence of anything living movi
Celeste's POVI hit the bottom hard.The impact knocked the air from my lungs and I stayed still for a moment, just breathing, making sure nothing was broken. My palms were raw from instinctively reaching out on the way down. My left knee ached. Everything else was rattled but intact.Above me, footsteps. Fast, receding, already swallowed by the forest before I could even call out.Daren was gone.I pulled myself upright and looked up at the opening of the pit.Too high. Even standing at full height with my arms raised I couldn't get close to the edge, and the walls were sheer packed earth with nothing to grip, no footholds, no roots protruding from the sides that might give me something to work with.I was not getting out of this alone."Help!" I screamed, the word came out of me before I finished the thought. "Someone help me! I am down here! Help!"Silence.The forest. The dim sky above the opening, not yet fully dark but getting there. And nothing coming back but the echo of my ow
Celeste's POVThe drive home from Mercer and Vale was the quiet kind that asked nothing from me.By the time I pulled into the estate I was already thinking about food and a long shower and nothing else in particular. Both Mason and Jason's cars were absent, which wasn't unusual. They kept unpredictable hours when work extended into the evening and things tended to sort themselves out without much drama. I wasn't worried.I went upstairs, changed out of my work clothes, and was midway through loosening my hair when I heard the soft knock at the bedroom door.Neris.She stood in the doorway looking composed but carrying something uncertain at the edges of it, which was not her usual state."Luna." Her voice was low. "There is someone downstairs asking to see you. He says he needs to speak with you urgently.""Who is it?""I have not seen him before." A brief pause. "He is young. A boy, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old." She hesitated. "He looks very panicked."A boy. Unfamiliar. P
Celeste's POVI knocked twice and waited.There was a pause on the other side that lasted slightly longer than it should have for someone simply sitting at their desk working through client files on an ordinary afternoon.Then the door opened.Vaelina's hair was doing something it was not doing an hour ago. Not dramatically, not in a way a stranger walking past in the corridor would necessarily clock immediately. But I knew Vaelina's hair. I knew what it looked like when she arrived that morning, every strand deliberate, the way she always came in. I knew what it looked like right now.These were two very different states of hair and no amount of styling spray was going to bridge the gap.Torren appeared from just inside the office, jacket on, composed, every inch the professional pack representative. He looked at me with complete calm."Celeste.""Torren," I said.He walked past me and out into the corridor without another word, the clean and deliberate exit of a man who was not int







