LOGINThe gate is wide open.The ground floor wing felt different the moment Caelith stepped into it. The quietness here wasn't the peaceful kind anymore; it was just empty.When she knocked on Elias’s door, it wasn't him who answered. It was one of the maids, carrying a bundle of striped bed linens that smelled sharply of bleach."Where is he?" Caelith asked, her eyes darting past the woman’s shoulder toward the bare mattress."The young master left early this morning, miss," the maid said, keeping her eyes lowered. "He had recovered. A car took him back."Just like that. No note. No goodbye. Caelith stood in the hallway for a second, feeling a strange, hollow prickle of anger before she turned on her heel and walked back upstairs. If Elias was gone, she had no reason to stay here either. She didn't have much to pack just the clothes she’d been given and her phone. She stuffed the phone into her pocket, her mind already racing with thoughts of the campus, her apartment, and the heavy text
Some answers aren't wordsZara showed up on a Tuesday. She did not give anyone a heads up. She just appeared at the entrance of the mansion. It was like she had been there all along and people just noticed her. One of Alistair's staff asked her a few questions and then took her to see Caelith.She found Caelith in the sitting room off the second floor corridor. The one with the tall windows that looked out over the estate's eastern grounds. Caelith had discovered it three days ago and had been returning to it each morning after visiting Elias because the light came in at an angle that felt almost warm and warmth had been difficult to locate inside these walls.Zara sat across from her.They didn't say much.That was the honest version of it. They tried, in the way two people try when they are sitting inside the same grief but came to it from different angles and don't yet have the shared language for it. Zara asked how she was sleeping. Caelith sa
Mass food poisoning. Nobody questioned it.The tablet Alistair’s staff had provided sat on the sleek, grey nightstand, a pristine window into a world that felt increasingly distant. But it wasn’t the tablet that drew Caelith’s attention when she returned to her room. It was her small handbag and inside it was a small familiar rectangle of glass and metal resting right beside it.Her phone. It had finally been returned.Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached inside the bag and picked it up. It felt strangely heavy, like an artifact dug up from an ancient ruin rather than a device she had used every day of her life. This was the first time she had operated it since waking up in this house, and pressing the power button felt like opening a floodgate.The screen flared to life, immediately choked by a cascade of delayed notifications. Beneath the social media alerts and missed calls, a long, unbroken string of text messages from her mother dominated the screen.Caelith, please call
He almost didn't make it either.Caelith didn't use the grand, sweeping staircase this time, nor did she dare touch the sleek glass elevator. Instead, she moved like a shadow through the secondary corridors of the first floor, keeping her steps light and her eyes open for any sign of Alistair’s imposing form. Finding a maid wasn’t difficult; the mansion ran on a silent, clockwork army of them. Catching one alone in a linen corridor, Caelith quietly asked for the location of the other survivor. The maid looked at her pale face, hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then offered a soft, sympathetic nod, directing her to a secluded wing on the ground floor.The room she found was bathed in a soft, muted light. It was spacious, but lacked the severe, intimidating minimalism of her own quarters.Elias was there, propped up against a mountain of plush pillows. The physical toll of the restaurant attack was written clearly across his face. His skin carried a sallow, translucent quality,
The campus student café was loud, smelling aggressively of burnt espresso beans, damp wool jackets, and the ambient hum of a hundred ordinary conversations that felt entirely alien to Caelith’s ears.They had returned to the university quarter at first light, the battered sedan tucked away in a remote commuter lot where the shattered passenger window wouldn't draw immediate campus security attention. Went home and showered, regrouped now, huddled around a scratched laminate table in the corner of the crowded terrace, the illusion of safety was paper-thin."There's something I didn't tell you."Elias looked at her."Davan approached me," she said. And they both starred at her quizically.."On campus. Before the business district. He sat against the oak tree near the quad bench and told me they'd been monitoring me and gave me a white card with a different address from the grey one."The silence that followed had texture."When," Zara said."Tuesday. The day before I went to the address.
The price of sanctuary.Threemore days passed in an unbroken, suffocating blur.Caelith didn't leave the immaculate bedroom. She spent the hours watching the cold morning light shift into long amber shadows across the minimalist furniture, only for darkness to swallow the room all over again. Idris didn't come back; a maid came and went, replacing untouched or half-eaten trays of food in near silence. They didn't push her, and she didn't speak.Every time the door clicked shut, the silence that rushed back into the room felt heavy, almost loud.Grief wasn’t a sudden, violent storm; it was a slow, heavy paralysis. It was the crushing realization that the world outside this room was continuing to spin, that thirty-four people were being buried, and that Mira’s voice was something she would only ever hear in her memories. Her numbness didn't vanish, but it deepened, hardening into a fragile crust over a volatile, pitch-black abyss. In the quiet, her mind kept trying to wander back to th
"Enough about me, I'm interested in your story." Elias asked with a smirk.He was looking at Zara when he said it.Zara looked back at him with the expression she wore when she was deciding how much a question deserved.Then she looked at Caelith.Caelith said nothing. Just w
Why does blood show the past? They got Mira onto the bed properly between them. It took longer than it should have. She was dead weight in the way unconscious people always are, all wrong angles and no cooperation, and the space between the floor and the mattress fe
And it has been there longer than she thinks.The house became quieter after dinner.Not immediately. Elias still complained dramatically while helping Mira clean up the kitchen and Mira threatened repeatedly to throw him into the ocean if he dried one more plate incorrectly. Mu
Can you trust someone who tried to kill you?Zara got up slowly.Not because she was hurt. Because she was being careful, the way you are careful around something you don't have a category for yet. She brushed off her knees with a practiced gesture that seemed more like muscle memory than actual co







