LOGINSavannahOkay, check this out. Have you ever had one of those days when everything feels just a little off? Like you woke up fine, but the world around you had shifted half an inch, and nothing quite fit anymore?That’s what the morning felt like. After that night in the warehouse, I couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in my chest. Colleen’s smug grin still played in my head, and his half-truths circled like ghosts I couldn’t name. And Julian…well, he’d gone quiet again. He was there, but not really there, and I could see he was lost somewhere behind those calm eyes that never quite gave anything away.I needed air. I needed space to think. That much was clear, so I slipped out that afternoon and went to a café near the edge of downtown. It was one of those cozy spots that always smelled like cinnamon and rain-soaked pavement, and it was quickly becoming my favorite spot. The chatter was soft, the clinking of cups rhythmic, and for a moment, it felt almost normal. Almost.I sat
SavannahHave you ever gotten that feeling that something’s wrong before it even starts? Like the air in the room changes, and you can’t quite tell why. That’s what it felt like that night.We were supposed to meet in this old warehouse on the edge of town, a place that looked like it hadn’t seen daylight in years. I remember the crunch of gravel under my boots, and that little knot in my stomach that wouldn’t go away.Julian was already there when I walked in. He looked… off. Tired and tense and his gaze fixed on the floor until he heard me step closer.“You made it,” he said quietly, though his voice lacked its usual calm.“Barely,” I replied, trying to smile. “This place gives me bad vibes.”Before he could respond, Colleen stepped out from behind a metal pillar. He looked freshly pressed and had his shirt unbuttoned just enough to look careless but expensive, and his hair neatly styled.“Bad vibes usually mean you’re getting close to something real,” he said, smirking.“Or somethi
JulianI stared at my phone for what felt like hours, and slowly the screen dimmed, then brightened, and then dimmed again. I felt tired, uncertain, but somehow I felt resolved.There was only one other conversation I needed to have. And so I opened my contacts and scrolled down until I reached my dad’s contact. My thumb hovered over it and trembled slightly. It wasn’t fear of what he’d say that shook me; I’d long stopped hoping for his approval. It was knowing that once I made this call, there’d be no going back.Still, I pressed dial.The line rang twice before his voice came through, sharp and composed.“Julian.”Just hearing him say my name sent a jolt down my spine. There was always something about his tone. It was measured, heavy, the kind that made you straighten without realizing it.“Hey, Dad,” I said, trying to sound calm. “We need to talk.”A brief pause followed, then I heard that low exhale I’d grown up with. The kind that came right before a lecture.“Finally,” he said.
SavannahMy meeting with Julian’s new intel had me unraveled. I couldn’t actually believe that he brought someone that posed that much risk, that much danger to what we were doing and still somehow convinced me to work with Colleen. I had been pacing for almost an hour since I got back home. The room was quiet, except for the sound of my own footsteps brushing against the floor. The longer I thought about it, the heavier my chest felt.Julian’s words kept circling in my head, Colleen Benedict. I still couldn’t believe that’s who he had gone to. That he’d actually brought one of them in, one of the Benedicts. It wasn’t just reckless, it was dangerous. And for all the confidence Julian had in him, I couldn’t shake the image of Colleen’s smirk. It lingered in a way that made me feel that he already knew too much.I suddenly stopped pacing and pressed my palms to the edge of the counter, trying to steady my breathing. The apartment felt too small, too still, and I started feeling overwhel
ColleenAs soon as I walked past my door, I raised my hand and turned on the light switch. The lights came on softly and filled the room slowly, bouncing off the marble floor and catching on the glass walls of my penthouse. When I shut the door behind me, for a moment, I thought I was alone, until I saw her.Uriel was sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed, and a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand. The amber light caught the edge of her smirk as she lifted her eyes to me. My chest tightened as soon as I saw her. And for the first time in a long while, I felt my guard slip.I hadn’t seen her in months, not since I walked out on my family and everything that came with it.“You’ve been busy,” she said quietly as her eyes met mine. Her tone was calm, but I knew my little sister, that calm was always the most dangerous thing about her. Still I wasn’t going to look afraid, and so I set my briefcase down on the counter and forced myself to breathe. “You always did have a way of br
JulianBefore I could say anything else, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Someone was approaching our table.Savannah must’ve noticed too because she turned her head, and the color drained slightly from her face.He was tall, wore a tan suit, and seemed rather too confident. Every step he took carried that kind of self-assured arrogance that came from generations of money and power. Colleen walked with a lazy, almost calculated ease, like the world would move out of his way whether it wanted to or not. When he reached our table, he stopped, slid his hands into his pockets, and gave Savannah a small, knowing smirk.“Hi,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “I’m Colleen.”Savannah didn’t take his hand. She just looked at him, her body stiff as stone.“Colleen, this is Savannah. Savannah, Colleen.” I said quickly, trying to break the tension in the air.“I know who she is,” Colleen said, lowering his hand, slightly amused. “The girl is shaking up half the school and pissing off m







