LOGINCHAPTER 7 PART 1 BLOOD IS NOT ALWAYS WARM The gates closed behind Maya with a sound that echoed too loudly in her chest. The Lancaster estate looked the same as it always had wide driveway, manicured hedges, lights glowing softly behind tall glass windows but the familiarity didn’t comfort her tonight. It suffocated her. She stepped out of the car slowly, smoothing her jacket, steadying her breath. Her driver avoided her eyes, hands tight on the steering wheel. “Good night, Miss,” he said carefully. Maya nodded and walked toward the house alone. The front door opened before she reached it. Her mother stood there. Elegant. Controlled. Furious. “You came home late,” her mother said. Maya stepped inside without answering. The door shut behind her with a final click. “I asked you a question,” her mother said sharply. “I heard you,” Maya replied. “I don’t owe you an explanation.” The slap came without warning. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just sharp enough to turn Maya’s hea
CHAPTER 6 PART 1 WHEN POWER SHOWS ITS TEETH Maya knew something was wrong the moment she stepped out of her morning lecture. It wasn’t obvious. Nothing dramatic. No shouting. No confrontation. Just the air. Too still. Too aware. Her phone vibrated in her hand. Unknown Number: Stop seeing him. Her fingers froze. She read it again. Once. Twice. Her chest tightened not with fear, but recognition. She didn’t reply. Another message came almost instantly. Unknown Number: You are embarrassing your family. Her jaw clenched. Then the third message arrived, slower. Deliberate. Unknown Number: He will pay for your stubbornness. That one made her stop walking. The noise of campus faded as blood rushed in her ears. Students passed her, laughing, talking, living in a world untouched by the thing pressing down on her lungs. She typed back with controlled hands. Maya: Who is this? The reply came after a pause. Unknown Number: Someone who can en
CHAPTER 5 PART 1 — THE PLACE HE HIDES Maya woke before her alarm. That almost never happened. For a moment, she lay still, staring at the ceiling, the memory of Ethan’s last message hovering just beneath her thoughts. Tomorrow. Come with me. No explanation. No reassurance. Just trust. She rolled onto her side and checked her phone. No new messages. The silence didn’t make her anxious it made her curious. By late afternoon, she was ready. She wore something simple again, comfortable jeans, flat shoes, a light jacket. Nothing that announced who she was, or where she came from. Somehow, she knew that mattered today. She was waiting near the campus gate when she heard the engine. The sound was unmistakable now. She turned just as Ethan pulled up on his motorbike, helmet on, posture easy and familiar. He cut the engine and removed the helmet, meeting her eyes. “You ready?” he asked. She smiled. “You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” He handed her a spare helmet. “I
Chapter 4 PART 1 — Unsaid things By the third week of freshman year, people had started noticing. Not loudly. Not officially. But in the quiet way rumors form through glances held a second too long, through patterns that repeat themselves until they feel intentional. Maya and Ethan. They weren’t a couple. They didn’t hold hands. They didn’t sit pressed together or whisper in corners. But they were always… there. Walking side by side across campus. Sitting across from each other in the café. Leaving lectures at the same time even when they entered separately. Maya noticed the looks before Ethan did. Or maybe he noticed and simply chose not to react. They were walking toward the science building when a group of girls passed them, their laughter soft but deliberate. One of them glanced back, eyes lingering on Ethan, then flicked to Maya with something sharp behind the smile. Maya didn’t slow. But she leaned just slightly closer to Ethan as they walked. He adjusted instantly
CHAPTER 3 PART 1 walking distance The night air wrapped around them as they moved away from the noise of the courtyard. Music faded behind them, replaced by the softer sounds of campus at night footsteps on pavement, distant laughter, the low hum of streetlights. Ethan didn’t touch her, but he walked close enough that Maya could feel the warmth of him through the thin space between their arms. It was deliberate. She noticed. “So,” she said, breaking the silence easily, “you always escape parties this fast?” “I don’t usually come to them,” he replied. “Yet here you are.” He glanced at her briefly. “You’re observant.” “I like knowing what I’m getting into.” “That makes one of us.” She smiled at that, turning her head slightly to look at him. Up close, his face was sharper than she remembered strong jaw, focused eyes, the kind of calm that felt earned, not practiced. “You’re not what I expected,” she said. “And what did you expect?” She shrugged lightly. “Someone louder.
CHAPTER 2 PART 1 “Ethan Cruz… you’re still ruining me.” The words echoed in my chest, folding time in on itself. And suddenly, I wasn’t standing in a glass office anymore. I was eighteen again. Freshman year. The air smelled different back then cleaner somehow, mixed with freshly cut grass and ambition. The kind of air that made you feel like anything was possible, even if you didn’t know what you wanted yet. The university gates rose in front of the car as the driver slowed to a stop. My reflection stared back at me from the tinted window, soft makeup, glossy lips, and hair perfectly styled. I looked exactly like what people expected. A Lancaster. The door opened. “Miss, we’ve arrived.” I stepped out, heels clicking softly against the pavement. Conversations paused around me, not fully, just enough. People always noticed. Expensive cars had a way of announcing themselves before the person inside ever spoke. Behind me, another car pulled in this one carrying my luggage,







