MasukREIDIt’s been three days since we arrived, and the safe house feels too quiet. Too still. Nothing like the mansion, where silence was rare, always filled with footsteps, arguments, and laughter. This kind of quiet is heavier. Different. I roll my shoulders and exhale slowly as I tighten the wraps around my knuckles. Across from me, Andrea mimics the motion, but it’s clear she’s never done this before. Her hands move too carefully. She’s overthinking every step. She’s restless. I’ve seen her pacing the halls and staring out windows, expecting shadows to move. She’s pretending she’s fine. She’s not. Neither am I. “Loosen your grip,” I say, cutting through the thick air between us. She scowls but doesn’t argue as I step closer and take her hands in mine, adjusting the wraps before she cuts off her own circulation. Her skin is warm, her pulse racing under my fingers. It spikes when my thumb brushes her wrist. She doesn’t pull away. “Don’t coddle me,” she mutters, watching me throu
ANDREAThe guys move with sharp precision, their usual relaxed energy replaced by something focused and intense. The garage echoes with the sounds of zippers, the metallic clicks of guns being checked and holstered. Logan and Austin pull weapons from hidden compartments in the wall with practiced efficiency. I swallow hard. I knew they were involved in dangerous work, but seeing it up close is different. There’s something unsettling about how naturally they handle the firearms, their expressions unreadable as they pack them into duffel bags. My stomach twists, not from distrust, but because I do trust them. I just wish they trusted me enough to explain what’s really happening. Lying by omission is still lying. “Alright, let’s go,” Logan announces, sliding into the driver’s seat. No hesitation. No debate. Just pure command. Drew nudges me forward. I climb into the back beside him. He drapes an arm around my shoulders as I settle in, my legs pressed against Killian’s on the other si
ANDREAThe second I see what’s inside the box, Logan’s entire demeanor changes. His vision narrows, pulse visibly hammering in his neck. A heavy silence fills the room. His fingers clench hard, nails digging into his palms before he forces them onto the table in a vice grip. No. Not here. Not now. But it’s already too late. Blackwell knows. It isn’t the object itself that chills me, it’s the message it carries. He knows exactly where we are. He knows we’ve been here long enough to lower our guard. And now he wants us to know he’s watching. A suffocating silence blankets the room. I feel the others behind me, their tension thick and unspoken, heavy with the weight of a past they’ve spent years trying to escape. Killian exhales sharply through his nose, fists flexing at his sides like he’s fighting the urge to punch something. Austin steps in front of me with quiet precision—not obvious, but clearly protective. Drew shifts his weight, lips parting like he wants to crack a joke to
ANDREA “How unreasonable would it be if we went shopping today?” Valencia cuts in, glancing at me. “Without a chaperone?” Logan tenses immediately. We have security all over the property, and I’ve never left without one of the guys. It’s clear he hates the idea, but after a moment he nods grudgingly. “Just this once,” he says, forcing the words out. My face lights up. I lean in and give him a quick hug, whispering a string of thank-yous. “I’m using this birthday rule to my advantage,” I tease, turning to Killian next. “Be careful, storm girl,” he says, brow furrowed like I’m heading into battle. “If you need me, I’m one text away.” I roll my eyes affectionately. “I’m nineteen now, Killian. You don’t have to worry about me every second. I can handle myself.” His eyes meet mine, serious. “I’ll always worry about you, Andrea.” “And I love you for that,” I say softly, warmed by his protectiveness. I walk over to the key cabinet and grab the key to my baby-blue Me
ANDREA “She never talks about you guys, so you’ve all been a total mystery until now,” Valencia says as I walk in. She and Anastasia are settled on the plush seats, with Drew leaning against the armrest. I narrow my eyes at her in mild warning, then glance at Drew. “She’s lying. I talk about you all the time.” Drew snorts, clearly not buying it. “Right. Well, I’m perfectly fine being your dirty little secret, Drea. Can’t speak for the others, though.” My cheeks heat as I roll my eyes. “Okay, Drew, bye now. It’s girl time.” He gives me a dramatic bow, grinning widely. “The pleasure is all mine.” Once he’s gone, Anastasia sends me a playful smile. “I like him. He’s fun.” “And loud,” I add with a laugh. “And annoying.” Valencia’s gaze shifts between me and the door Drew
ANDREA The hot water pouring over me eases my nerves, at least a little. I’ve been in the shower longer than usual for two big reasons: my friends showed up unexpectedly, and I almost kissed Reid. My stomach flips at the memory. What was I thinking? And it’s not just Reid. I keep noticing all of them in ways I definitely shouldn’t. I’m in so much trouble. A soft knock on the bathroom door pulls me out of my thoughts. “Drea, you’ve been in there forever. Did you drown?” Drew’s voice is light, but I can hear the concern underneath. I sigh and turn off the water. He probably wants to talk about what happened, but I can’t deal with that right now, not with my friends downstairs. I wrap a towel tightly around myself and realize I forgot to bring clothes in. Great. Steeling myself, I open the door and step into my room, clutching the towel close. Drew is sitting on my bed, his gaze sweeping over me before settling on my face, eyes filled with worry. “I don’t want to talk







