LOGINSydney
Snow covers the normally golden plains on the outskirts of Moorn, a small territory far outside of the city center. It took a full day to reach this place, this hovel between two hills where the distant border of Eastonia looms.
I don’t want to be here. The distance between Sarah and the damning truth between us is excruciating, damn near tearing me apart.
But I’m still an Alpha. Still a royal. And there are some things I just
AlexWalls of ice reflect an icy blue, turning the scratch paper littered over my metal desk a hazy cerulean. My gloved hands steadily manage a pen after years of practice, but many of my lab assistants and postdocs still grumble about my nearly unintelligible handwriting. In my defense, I had to learn an entirely new written language in my early twenties. I shift my weight on the stool beneath me and brace my elbows on the desk. Behind me, the main area of the lab is alive with murmurs, the hum of lab equipment and heaters, and the crunch of threaded boots over the sleek floor of ice. I look back down at my notes. They’re nothing major, just personal commentary on a recent discovery in a core of ice brought up from nearly two miles below the surface–the deepest we’ve ever been able to drill without something going wrong. The chemical makeup wasn’t anything unexpected–water, of course. A few traces of the same glassy, dust-like sediment we found in another core a few feet above thi
Skye“It went fine,” I say on a breath, moving toward the back row of the empty observatory. It’s well past midnight, and if anyone is going to be awake in the odd hours of early morning, it’s Posey, whose soft, disbelieving chuckle rings through my ear. “You sound like you hated it.”I sink into a familiar chair covered with scratchy, well-worn fabric and prop my laptop on my knees. “I don’t hate lecturing. It just felt odd, I guess. My previous lectures were all at the undergraduate level… physics 101, you know? The definition of matter versus now having to explain to a room full of physicists who lean more toward experimental physics why we’ll never fully understand the physical confines of our own universe.”“You could always come home. The temple in Moonrise would move mountains to have you within their ranks.”I click a few buttons on a controller, and the ceiling erupts in a sea of distant stars. “You sound just like Mom.”“No one would blame you for being unhappy, Skye. You’v
SkyeAbby slouches in one of the firm, slightly worn armchairs in my office, picking fluff from the seams while I hurriedly answer several emails. She tilts her head, watching me like a hawk, her bright, nearly-white blonde hair falling over her shoulder in a platinum sheet. I glance at her, huffing a breath, and ask, “What?”“You’re freaking out.”I slowly close my laptop, sliding my hands over its outer shell. “I am not.”“You are. I can see all the arteries in your neck. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles scowling like that. You’ll be fine, Skye. Jeez, you’ve lectured before!”“Not at the graduate level.” Even the mention of it has my chest tightening to the point of pain. Abby ignores my comment and takes several seconds to swivel side to side in the chair, readjusting her position, the shiny yellow fabric of her parka crinkling with every move she makes. The sound gnaws at my nerves, and she knows it.I roll my lower lip between my teeth and let it go with a pop. “Can I ask
SkyeAbby clutches my arm, trembling, her breath coming in frigid puffs of white mist. The subway station is nearly frantic with bodies stuffed into heavy winter gear, everyone waiting for the evening train from Aurorium to arrive and offload anyone returning to campus after a day spent running errands in the city. We’ll board that train and head straight to the snug, ice-coated city, and it can’t come soon enough. Even under the fluorescent glow of lights that supposedly radiate like the sun, giving the students who live in the dorms below the surface a minuscule amount of their daily dose of vitamin D, it’s freezing. The grates above our heads spill out hot air, but it’s barely enough against the constant, bone-aching chill. When the train’s lights finally breach the darkness, the entire gathered crowd sighs in relief, and within minutes, shuffling and squeezing, we’re standing at the back of the train, arm in arm, watching the university platform fade into the shadows. “Goddess,
AlexToby grunts with effort as we move the patch in place. It’s nothing more than a sheet of steel to frame one of the smaller tunnel entrances in the lab, creating an archway leading down into the glacial, blue-tinged darkness below.“Shit!” Toby huffs.“Just hold it in place a moment longer,” I say through gritted teeth, my gloved hands slipping over the metal while trying to get a good grip. The whirling screech of the drill echoes all around us as I drive several screws through the steel and into the ice. Sensors secured to the tunnel are supposed to catch cracks before they spread, and so far, none of the sensors are going off.“One more,” I rush out, breathless, and I send the last screw through the metal. Toby eases the pressure before letting go entirely, his hands falling to his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.Puffs of cold mist leave my mouth while I examine my work and check the sensors.“Well,” Toby remarks, chuckling. “Good thing the dean doesn’t know about this
AlexBitter coffee scents the air as Toby slides two paper cups full of ink-colored liquid across the counter. I grab one while he pours a copious amount of sugar in his cup and wait for him to finish with the carafe of cream.It’s Friday, and normally I’m in the lab, but today I needed to make myself available to sign for a supply delivery coming from Aurorium, and Toby took that as an opportunity to turn my down-time into an entire event.We used to be roommates back when I lived in the dungeon-like dormitory beneath the ice. Unlike everyone else, I loved it down there–the darkness of it all. The shuddering pipes and crackling ice against feet of concrete felt like home, but when I was offered an apartment after I graduated with my master’s and planned to pursue a PhD, I took it, mostly because Toby begged for me to take it–and to take him with me when I finally breached the surface. So I did.We don’t live together now, but for whatever reason, I’m leaning against the counter in th







