I stared at him, locked in my place as his fingers softly brushed against my neck. It made my skin prickle. “Do you want this?” Caspian’s voice was a low rumble, the words hanging between us. He didn’t need to elaborate on what he was asking; I knew. My gaze flicked away from him for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, but my heart hammered so loudly I was sure he was hearing every single beat. “I know this must be very confusing for you,” he continued, his voice softer now, more coaxing. “But this is me, Kat. The real me.”I realised he wasn’t just asking about what was happening now—he was asking if I was ready to dive into the depths of who he truly was, no matter how dark or complicated that might be.My throat was dry. I tried to swallow but couldn’t. “What... what am I supposed to do?”The words came out small, trembling with the fear and curiosity coursing through me. My eyes flicked nervously over the room again, taking in the dim lighting and the air thick with anticip
I woke up with a start the next morning, the remnants of the previous night clinging to me like shadows. The room was bathed in morning light, but it did little to chase away the haze of my thoughts. I lay still, staring at the ceiling as memories of Caspian flooded back—his voice, his touch, the intensity in his eyes. It played in an endless loop in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it. ‘What have I done?’ The question that had lingered since I first arrived in Washington once again echoed in my head. “What have I done?” I mumbled it, thinking maybe saying it out loud would make me stop doing what I was doing. It was one of the worst feelings—to do something in the heat of the moment and then question or regret it in the days that followed. For the last three days, I had been grappling with this, my interactions with Caspian and the other brothers replaying incessantly in my mind. Sitting up, I ran my hands through my disheveled hair, trying to ground
I paced back and forth in the forest, behind the house, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The silence of the house felt suffocating after Neel and Harry had left. I needed to talk to someone—someone outside this tangled web of confusion I’d woven around myself. My mind kept spiraling back to Caspian, then to Lucas, and to all the moments that had left me reeling over the past few days.I scrolled through my contacts, hesitating before tapping on Camila’s name. She was the only person I could truly open up to, the only one who would understand and give me some reality check. She might not have a satisfactory solution, but I was sure she would listen without judging me.My heart raced as the phone rang.“Hey, stranger!” Camila’s cheerful voice filled my ears, offering a moment of relief. “I’ve been wondering when you’d call. What’s up?”“You could have called me, too,” I tried to gather my thoughts. Dumping all my problems on her the second she picked up the phone would’ve been a b
I stood in the driveway, my mind racing with the conversation I had with Camila and Phineas. I glanced up at Lucas’ balcony again, seeing his familiar silhouette disappear behind the glass door. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of what could happen if I let myself follow the heat I felt whenever he was near. I took a deep breath. ‘You’re allowed to explore. You’re not in a relationship with anyone. They’re not really your brothers,’ I reminded myself. Meanwhile, my pulse was racing like I was about to run a marathon. Steeling myself, I went inside the house and walked through the hallways. It was still very quiet inside, so I checked in the Kitchen for Dev and took the stairs two at a time when I didn't find him there. As I neared the second floor, my heart was pounding in my chest. Within a minute, I reached Lucas' bedroom and, without hesitation, knocked on the door. The excitement underneath it all kept me going. The door to his room was slightly ajar, and I could hea
As I straddled Lucas, a surge of adrenaline rushed through me. The power I felt in that moment was exhilarating like I had finally broken free from the invisible shackles that had been holding me back. I’d always been cautious, always second-guessing myself. But not anymore.“Are you sure about this?” Lucas questioned, not trying to free his hand or move. He lay there beneath me, his dark green eyes wide, reflecting a mix of surprise and amusement. His usual confidence seemed to falter, and for once, I had the upper hand.“I’m serious, Lucas,” I said, leaning closer, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath my palms. “No games, no pretence. I want to be in control this time.”His lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile. “Well, this is definitely a side of you I haven’t seen before.”I raised an eyebrow. “You and me both, but this is what I want from you.”He chuckled, his hand sliding up to grip my waist. “So, what now, Katherine? Are you going to act
The late afternoon sun filtered through the balcony, casting a golden glow across Lucas's bedroom. My body was still flushed from the heat of the moment, lying next to him, our breaths evening out in unison. For a brief moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, and I let myself sink into the strange comfort of his presence. But the weight of reality was creeping back in, like a cold draft sneaking under the door. Lucas turned to me, his hand brushing lightly against my arm. “You’re quiet.” I forced a small smile. “Just... thinking about some stuff.” He chuckled, propping himself up on his elbow. “Thinking about what, exactly? Your dominance was pretty sexy.” His teasing tone made me smile for real this time, but beneath the surface, I felt something gnawing at me. It was easier to say I was exploring, but the guilt that followed couldn’t be ignored because I was still hiding everything from them. The web I was weaving was getting messier by the day, and I didn’
Three days passed. Three long days of me trying to keep my distance from both Dev and Caspian. With Dev, it was easy enough—he had been distant, his coldness mirroring my own need to step back. We exchanged only polite nods, barely speaking beyond the necessities. The tension between us felt like a wall neither of us was ready to break through. Caspian, on the other hand, wasn’t the type to be ignored. Every day, he’d tried to talk to me, finding reasons to strike up conversations, randomly, but I always managed to slip away. A quick excuse, a task that urgently needed attention, or sometimes just walking away before he had a chance to say anything more. It worked—sort of. But I could feel his growing frustration with each passing day. He wanted me to directly answer him, and I had no direct answer for him. It didn’t help that the rest of the house had noticed. Neel had asked about Dev the day before, his eyes concerned as he tried to nudge me into talking. I had skillfully ch
I walked through the entrance of the college building, the hum of students and distant chatter filling the air. The cool air-conditioned atmosphere was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the sun outside, and I instantly felt a bit more awake. My sneakers squeaked against the smooth floor as I made my way through the spacious hallways, grateful for the map they mailed along with the syllabus. Without it, I’d probably end up wandering aimlessly through this labyrinth. The buildings were big and the campus bigger. I couldn't believe Derek's family founded such an institute. Heading up to the second floor for my first class, Biology I, I couldn’t help the knot of nerves in my stomach. New faces, new subjects—it was all so overwhelming. When I finally found my classroom, I paused, taking a deep breath to calm myself. ‘It’s just the first day. You’ve got this.’ I told myself before pushing open the door. I was greeted by an almost-empty room. Only one person sat towards the front,
The sky was cloudless, the bright light of the moon covered the Salvatore property. We just had dinner, and it wasn't like the regular Salvatore family dinner. It hasn't been so ever since we returned to the mansion. Lucas was in Chicago, meeting with some of the investors whereas Caspian had himself locked in his room. Mom was back in Texas, and the twins went to their grandparents (mother's parents). We were all scattered, and the frustration over the situation was torturing us. The news about the Salvatores reached my dad in London and he had been calling and texting me constantly. He wanted me to leave them and come back to London. I almost laughed when he suggested that, but I controlled myself and told him that I would pay a visit soon.He wasn't satisfied with the answer, so I reminded him that I was an adult and he couldn't force me to leave. That shut him up for the moment, and I hung up the phone soon after. He had been texting me ever since, apologizing and asking me if
The Salvatore mansion didn't feel like home anymore.As I walked through the mansion once again, I felt the same way I did the first time—cold and out of place. The strange environment loomed around me, and with each step I took inside, I sensed a profound emptiness, the lingering ghosts of everything that had happened. Perhaps we changed while we were in the safe house, or maybe it was the mansion that had endured too much destruction in a very short period of time. The mansion was still recovering from the nightmares, and the gloom was maybe its way of narrating the pain. Not long ago secrets had been unraveled, trusts were shattered between the family members, and blood was spilled in the very entrance hall I was standing inside. In just a month, it was just a house again—not a home like it used to be. The brothers felt the changes, too; it was apparent on their faces. They could hear the silence everywhere inside the house, and the winds of winter that seemed to fill every corn
Caspian barely slept in a week and it was showing. None of us really got any sleep, but it was a little different with Caspian. The lack of sleep wasn't the only reason for the permanent exhaustion in his eyes like us, it was the weight of everything he was letting press down on him—crushing him, consuming his thoughts. It had been a whole week since the news about Derek's involvement in the money laundering was aired all across the country. Everything had only gotten worse after that. The Salvatore name was plastered across every news outlet—big or small. Everyone had their own take on the case, be it the editors of the Washington Post or The New York Times, anchors from CNN or Fox News, and even the social media influencers who were reporting the controversy in the hope of getting views and likes.In no time it became one of the biggest scandals in recent times. And Caspian being the oldest, took it all upon himself. Although we knew it was the politicians and businessmen whose
The main purpose of us getting a safe house was to be safe, but the FBI made it feel anything but safe for us. The air inside the house felt suffocating to me, thick with an unspoken fear that we all felt, but none of us dared to voice. In the last three days, the FBI has visited us five times. The first day they took statements from us and collected evidence—the standard protocol—nothing more than that. We thought it was all, but Caspian warned us that it was just the beginning, and just like he said, they came back once again. This time they took our individual statements and cross-examined us. Since we were already prepared with our answers, nothing felt out of the ordinary. However, I noticed the way some of the officers were looking at us. They knew we were hiding something, but they had no proof. Caspian made sure that everything in the house was how it was supposed to be after Derek left. It was their sixth visit that day. The FBI agents sat across from us in the living ro
They weren’t kissing, but they were about to, I was sure of that. Matthew called just a few seconds ago, to update on the situation. It wasn't looking good for us and we needed to plan our next move. I went into the room Dev was staying to call them both so that we could discuss the problem and try to come up with a solution together. However, I didn't expect to catch them just as they were about to kiss. I saw the way Dev hesitated and pulled away from Kat when I pushed the door open, the way Kat looked utterly lost as if she didn’t know how to process what had just happened between them. I was heartbroken by that but hid my feelings because it wasn't the right time to have that conversation. Instead, I focused on my brother and noticed the slight flush on his face. His fingers were twitching at his sides like he was debating whether to reach for her again or not. And Kat… she was frozen. It looked like she hadn’t yet decided if what happened was a mistake or not.And for a secon
Kat was never mine to fall for, to hold, to kiss, or to even dream about. She was in love with Caspian even if she didn't realize it herself, or was too afraid to accept the truth. Everyone in the house knew it, and I tried to convince myself the same thing a thousand times, that she wasn’t mine to love, that she had never been mine. The moments that we shared together were the prize for the good deeds I'd done in my life. There couldn't be any other reason for someone as beautiful as her to be interested in someone like me. Someone who is predictable, obsessed with things that don't matter, and lacks any social skills. I had nothing to offer her and I knew I was just another fool caught in her gravity, nothing more. It wasn't her fault or mine, it's just the universe forcing the likes of me to orbit around her. Each one of us was attracted by her warmth and kindness at first but couldn't break free after because leaving her meant spending eons in darkness. In her heart, there ha
Silence filled the room as Lucas finally exhaled and nodded in agreement with Caspian. “I don’t like this plan,” he admitted truthfully, rubbing his temples. I knew it was a hard decision for him because he did blame Derek for the things that were happening to the family. And neither of us could disagree with him. We knew he was right, but the actual issue was Derek's safety. “But… I don’t want Dad in prison with Alaric either. You are right, Alaric would make friends inside if he didn't already have one.”“Not just Alaric, the politicians and businessmen whose names are on the list would also try to have Dad killed,” Harry added, scratching his head. “You know the legal system of our country, one can pay to get anything done. We have to find a solution for them too.”“True, they are going to be troublesome in the future,” Neel agreed with Harry, bringing another pressing matter in front of our eyes. They made many new enemies in order to get rid of Alaric from their lives. “We have
By the time we arrived at the safe house, exhaustion and anxiety had settled deep into my bones. The thing we dreaded for so long finally happened and there was no taking it back. Mom confessed, Matthew showed the cops a file about money laundering and fake charities and officially lodged a complaint against Alaric. We did everything we could have done, there wasn't anything else in our hand. It was now on the cops and Matthew to move things forward. All we could do was wait for the things to unfold and hope they would go how we wanted them, and not in the opposite direction. The drive from the police station had been quiet, aside from Caspian’s occasional instructions about what needed to be done next. It was the same old thing, but I knew he was terrified and needed to say it, so I played along and kept nodding my head whenever he looked at me. My mom was in the back seat, staring out of the window, lost in her own thoughts after everything that had transpired that morning. Even
Before I could wrap my head around it all, the car stopped and we were in the parking lot of the police station. It was nothing like I expected. The inside was sterile, buzzing with incoherent movement. Officers moved briskly through the halls with a serious expression on their faces. Not a smile or light-hearted conversations like they showed in those TV shows. Phones rang in the background, and the permanent smell of coffee and printer ink lingered in the air.We approached the front desk, where a uniformed officer looked up at us. She was middle-aged, and her dark brown hair was tied in a tight bun. Her eyes flicked over the three of us before settling on my mom.“Can I help you?” she asked, trying not to come off as intermediating, seeing the fear in mom's eyes. “I-I need to speak with Sergeant Grayson,” she was able to speak out. “It’s about Derek Salvatore’s case. It's important and quite urgent.”The officer’s eyes sharpened slightly, but she nodded her head. “Do you have an