LOGINANYA’S POVThe gravel dug into my palms like a thousand tiny shards of broken glass, stinging and sharp, but I didn't make a sound as I stayed as low to the ground as I possibly could. My heart was thundering against my ribs, a wild and frantic rhythm that felt loud enough for the whole world to hear. Just a few yards away, the driver was still standing at the front of the bus, a dark and jagged shape silhouetted against the huge, empty horizon of the desert. He was humming some mindless little tune to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that his "cargo" had just crawled out of the emergency hatch and was currently shivering in the dirt.I didn't try to run for the fence because I knew there was no way I’d make it. Instead, I stayed in the dark and crawled toward the shadows of the building. It wasn't some high-tech facility or a fancy lab; it was just a sad, abandoned roadside motel that looked like it hadn't seen a guest in twenty years. Ethan must have rented it for cash to k
ANYA"If I wanted a lecture on morality, I would’ve stayed in Sunday school, Anya. I certainly wouldn't have hired a girl whose biggest career achievement was getting blacklisted by every major label in the tri-state area."Ethan didn’t even bother to look at me when he said it. He remained perched in the driver’s jump seat of the tour bus, his spine as rigid and unforgiving as a tombstone. His eyes were locked on the black ribbon of the desert road, tracking the high beams like he was searching for a reason to hit something. The sickly green glow from the dashboard bled upward, carving out the sharp, arrogant line of his jaw and making his skin look like cold marble. He looked like a man who had never been told no in his entire life—and he clearly didn't plan on letting a "failed critic" start now."He’s a human being, Ethan. Not a vintage piano you can just retune and polish because you don't like the way the strings are vibrating," I snapped. My throat felt like I’d swallowed a han
Anya's POV The Nebraska panhandle was nothing but a flat, black ocean of silence. Outside the heavy windows of the tour bus, the wind howled across the plains, slamming against the frame until the whole vehicle shuddered. It felt like we were the only living things left in a world that had gone cold and dark. Inside the lounge, the air was even worse—it was thick, stale, and tasted like copper.Ethan hadn’t slept. I could tell by the way he moved—jagged, twitchy, like a man vibrating on a frequency of pure, desperate fury. He was pacing the narrow aisle, his footsteps heavy and rhythmic against the laminate flooring. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with a raw redness that made him look less like a high-powered manager and more like a predator backed into a corner.In his hand, he gripped the satellite bridge. He’d found it."I’m going to ask one more time," Ethan said. His voice wasn't loud. It was a low, dangerous crawl that set my teeth on edge.He stopped directly over Lila. She w
The intermission at the Omaha Heritage Center was a sea of clinking champagne glasses and hushed, respectful murmurs. To the audience, the first half of the show had been a triumph of "recovery." Kai had played with a technical perfection that was almost eerie, his face a mask of serene focus that made the donors weep with relief.Ethan was currently in the VIP lounge, holding court with a group of local investors, his chest puffed out like a peacock. He thought he had successfully buried the "St. Louis Incident" under a layer of Omaha velvet.I was back in the windowless production office, the door locked from the inside. The junior PA had been sent on a coffee run that I knew would take at least twenty minutes. I had my laptop open, the PROJECT_REVENGE network glowing on the screen."Time for the intermission entertainment," I whispered to the empty room.Through the satellite bridge, I had managed to pull a recording of a phone call Ethan had taken three hours earlier while he was
ANYA’S POVThe road to Omaha was basically just a long, depressing straight line of nothing. Outside the bus window, it was all dark asphalt and these creepy, dying cornfields that made it feel like we were on a spaceship drifting through a total void. I was sitting in the galley, trying to look bored, but my heart was hammering against my ribs because the new satellite bridge was humming right above my head in the ceiling panels. Every time Miller or Ethan walked past, I felt this massive jolt of adrenaline that made my fingers actually itch. I was a total ghost in the machine now, watching their every move through the very cameras they thought were theirs."We’re two hours out," Ethan said, suddenly stepping into the galley and making me jump. He hovered over my shoulder, squinting at my screen, but I was ready—all he saw was a super boring spreadsheet of t-shirt and poster sales. "The Omaha venue is a heritage site. Lots of fancy wood, amazing acoustics, and seriously tight securit
Anya’s POVThe Kansas City skyline loomed like a jagged set of teeth against the grey dawn of the plains. The bus pulled into the docking bay of a venue that felt more like a prison than a theater. Ethan had stayed true to his word. The back suite remained a fortress of silence. Every time I tried to catch a glimpse of the hallway, a security guard named Miller—a man with the personality of a brick wall—stepped into my path with a look that said he was just waiting for an excuse to use his zip ties.I was stuck in the front lounge, surrounded by stacks of fan mail that felt like a mockery of everything we were going through. Thousands of letters from people who loved a man they didn't know, a man who was currently being chemically erased twenty feet away from me."Anya, the meet and greet starts in an hour," Ethan said, emerging from his cabin. He looked refreshed, a sharp contrast to the hollowed-out wreck I felt like. "We have fifty VIPs who paid a thousand dollars each to see the m
Anya’s~The ride back to the Carlyle was silent, but it wasn't the empty silence from before. It was a pressure cooker.Kai sat in the corner of the Maybach, his tuxedo jacket discarded on the seat between us. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and the sight of his forearms—strong, co
Anya's POVThe morning didn't bring any clarity and instead it brought a heavy, suffocating awareness that made my head throb like a bad hangover without the fun of the drinks. I woke up on the velvet sofa in the penthouse while the grey light of a New York dawn filtered through the massive windows
Anya’s POVThe silence in the penthouse was a living thing, stretching between us as the shower water finally cut off. It was replaced by the muffled roar of Manhattan traffic far below, a world away from the suffocating luxury of the Carlyle.I stood by the window, my fingers digging into the velv
Anya’s POVThe Peninsula Chicago was a fortress of limestone and gold leaf, a place designed to keep the world out and the secrets in. Because of the security concerns a phrase Ethan used like a religious mantra, I wasn't in my own room. I wasn't even on a separate floor."The interconnecting door







