登入POV: Vivian AshfordHelena calls me back within twenty minutes of Chase going quiet on the phone, which means she was monitoring, which means she knew this was going to happen and had contingencies in place, which is very Helena."He's all right," she says, before I can ask. "The spell's physical toll compounded with the curse's resistance. He needs medical attention and rest.""Hospital," I say."I've called an ambulance," she says. "Cedars has his records from the last visit.""I'm coming," I say.A pause. "Vivian. He won't remember what he said. When the spell ends, everything he said under it will feel like something that happened in a dream. He won't know he told you."I sit with that."I'm still coming," I say.He is in a room on the fourth floor when I arrive, pale and hooked to an IV with the monitors doing their work, and it is the second time I have sat beside a hospital bed of his making and both times feel nothing alike.The first time he was beside mine.This time the nur
POV: Vivian AshfordHelena calls me back within twenty minutes of Chase going quiet on the phone, which means she was monitoring, which means she knew this was going to happen and had contingencies in place, which is very Helena."He's all right," she says, before I can ask. "The spell's physical toll compounded with the curse's resistance. He needs medical attention and rest.""Hospital," I say."I've called an ambulance," she says. "Cedars has his records from the last visit.""I'm coming," I say.A pause. "Vivian. He won't remember what he said. When the spell ends, everything he said under it will feel like something that happened in a dream. He won't know he told you."I sit with that."I'm still coming," I say.He is in a room on the fourth floor when I arrive, pale and hooked to an IV with the monitors doing their work, and it is the second time I have sat beside a hospital bed of his making and both times feel nothing alike.The first time he was beside mine.This time the nur
POV: Chase SterlingHelena is furious.Not the quiet disappointed version of furious that she usually manages. The actual version, which I have seen exactly twice in my life, once when I was eight and broke something in her New Orleans kitchen that belonged to her grandmother, and once now, standing in my penthouse at nine in the morning with the Vegas photographs on every screen and her hands flat on my kitchen counter."The party," she says."I know," I say."You went to her bachelorette party," she says."I was at the hotel," I say."Chase.""I know," I say.She looks at me with the dark eyes and the silver-streaked hair and the twenty-three years of this specific exhaustion on her face, and then she does something I was not expecting, which is she reaches into the bag she carries and she takes out a small vial and she sets it on the kitchen counter between us.I look at it.Clear liquid. No label. The kind of container that could contain anything."What is that," I say."Something
POV: Vivian AshfordMarcus books the penthouse suite at the Aria for the whole weekend, which is the kind of gesture that sounds generous and functions as control, because a weekend in a suite Marcus paid for in a city Marcus chose for a party Marcus organized means that the entire event exists within Marcus's architecture, and I understood that when he offered and I said yes anyway because I did not have the energy to plan my own bachelorette party and someone offering to do it felt like relief.That was a month ago.Now I am standing on the balcony of the suite at eleven on a Friday night with a champagne glass and the Las Vegas skyline doing its excessive, beautiful thing below me, and inside there are twelve women I like to varying degrees and a DJ Marcus also hired, and the whole thing is very loud and very expensive and feels nothing like me.Sienna finds me on the balcony.She leans on the railing beside me and looks at the city and doesn't say anything, which is one of her bet
POV: Ethan BeckettI give myself one night.One night to be angry without doing anything about it, which is the discipline I have developed over seven years of journalism, the practice of letting the emotion move through before acting on it, because the actions you take from anger are never the right ones.One night is what I give myself and one night is what I take, and in the morning I put on my jacket and I go to Sterling Tower.The lobby security recognizes me because I have been here enough times in the past year that my face is in their system, and I walk past them without stopping because I am not going to give anyone in this building the opportunity to make a call that results in me being asked to leave before I get to the forty-fourth floor.I take the elevator.I walk through the glass and chrome of the forty-fourth floor with the specific quality of someone who has made a decision and is executing it.Chase's assistant stands up."Mr. Beckett, you don't have an appointment—
POV: Ethan BeckettThe magazine is called Meridian, which is not the Sterling subsidiary, different word, and I have been writing for it since I was twenty-three and it gave me my first real investigative platform, and the editor who hired me, a woman named Joan, took a chance on a kid from Iowa with a chip on his shoulder and a nose for stories that matter, and I have been loyal to it the way you are loyal to the first place that believed in you.I find out about the acquisition on a Tuesday, not from Joan, not from the editorial team, from a financial journalist I know who texts me at seven in the morning: Heads up. Heard something about your magazine's parent company. You might want to look into it.I look into it.It takes about forty minutes.Meridian Media Group, which owns four publications including mine, sold a controlling stake to a holding company called Northbrook Capital three weeks ago. Northbrook Capital was incorporated in Delaware eighteen months ago. Its registered a
POV: Vivian AshfordEthan books the rooftop without telling me what it is for, which should have been a signal, but Ethan takes me to dinner sometimes just because he knows I have not eaten properly and he is that kind of person, and I did not read the signal because I was not looking for it.The r
POV: Vivian AshfordI find out the same way everyone else does, which is the part that makes it unbearable.It's forty-eight hours after graduation and I'm sitting at Mara's kitchen table with a coffee I haven't touched, still running on the particular kind of adrenaline that comes from having your
POV: Chase SterlingThe ceremony is already in full swing by the time I find my seat, and the applause is the kind that fills a space so completely you stop hearing it as individual sound and it becomes something more like weather. I sit down between two people I've known for three years and will p
POV: Chase SterlingThe morning of graduation is supposed to be the best day of my life.I keep telling myself that as I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, straightening my collar for the fourth time. The tie is wrong. I redo it. The ring box in my jacket pocket feels like it weighs twenty poun







