LOGINLucien knocked on Cassian’s door before seven.
Cassian answered in a t-shirt, not fully awake, and took one look at Lucien’s face and stepped aside without a word.
“Let it end, today” Lucien said.
“What’s that?.”
“The bet”
“Is that all you came to say?” Cassian sat on the edge of his bed.
“Yes.”
Cassian looked at him for a moment. “Luce.”
“I’m asking one thing.”
“Are you falling for him?”
The room went quiet.
“No,” Lucien said.
“Okay.”
“I’m not. It’s thirty days, it’s a bet, it’s” he stopped.
Cassian didn't move, he just stared at him.
“It ends today,” Lucien said, and walked away.
He made it through two lectures before his phone buzzed.
@saintaurelius_confessions posted at eleven forty-three.
‘Since we’re all invested in the Lucien Vale situation, here’s something; He and Adrian Cross were a thing? Why did they split up? Is it because of Eli Thorne?’
The comments ran fast.
‘What?’
‘Adrian cross?? fencing captain??’
‘Does Eli Thorne know about this?’
Lucien put his phone away and walked to his next lecture and sat down, he told himself he was fine but he knew that this wasn’t the kind of attention he needed currently.
Eli found him at two in the student council room, he knocked once on the open door and waited, and when Lucien didn't make a move to reply,
“Can I come in,” Eli said.
Lucien nodded.
Eli closed the door and stood on the other side of the table with his hands in his pockets and looked at Lucien
“I’m not going to ask about what got posted,” Eli said. “That’s your business, but I want to know if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Lucien.”
“I said I’m fine, Eli.”
“You’ve been sitting in an empty room for two hours.” Eli’s voice was even.
He wasn’t pushing, he was just present in that way he always was.
“You don’t have to be okay. Not with me.” Lucien looked up to him with an unreadable expression.
There it was, ‘Not with me’ Lucien felt he said it like he had the right to it. Like their short term relationship had built something with actual walls and a foundation, something real enough to stand in.
“Stop,” he said when he couldn't take it anymore.
Eli looked at him. “Stop what.”
“This.” The word came out harder than he planned. “Whatever you think you’re doing right now, whatever you’ve been telling yourself this is.”
“I’m just asking if you’re…”
“You don’t get to just ask.” Lucien stood up. “That’s not what this is, those were the terms of this arrangement, no real expectations and you agreed to that on day one.”
“I know what I agreed to.”
“Then act like it.” He heard his own voice and knew it was too flat,
“Stop pretending this is something it isn’t,” Lucien said, pausing for a moment, “Because it isn’t. And you know that.”
Eli went silent for a long moment, then he nodded once.
“Okay,” Eli said, he walked to the door and opened it.
Then he stopped without turning back.
“For what it’s worth,” Eli said quietly, “I wasn’t pretending.”
The door closed behind him quietly.
Lucien sat back down and looked at the table, he spent the rest of the afternoon finding out who had leaked it.
Adrian wasn’t the only person at Saint Aurelius who knew exactly what resurfacing that information would cost, not because it was damaging, but because of what it implied. Because if the school connected Lucien’s history with Adrian to his thirty days with Eli, they would start asking a question that Lucien had never once, in four years, allowed anyone to ask out loud.
His phone lit up, with a message from an unknown number.
‘Ask Adrian what he told Mira Solene last Tuesday. Then ask him why’
Day ten of thirty
Twenty days to go
The rental sedan sat with its engine idling, a low, continuous vibration rattling the loose plastic casing around the gear shift. Rain slammed against the roof in a steady, heavy sheet, blurring the yellow floodlights of the highway toll booth twenty yards ahead. Inside, the air was thick, smelling of wet wool, damp linoleum, and the sharp, sour tang of sweat.Cassian kept his palms flat against the top of the steering wheel. His knuckles were gray, the skin stretched so tight over his joints that the bone showed white underneath. He wasn't looking at the dashboard. His green eyes were locked on the rearview mirror, tracking the empty dark of the highway bypass behind them."Noah, give me the map," Cassian said. His voice was too flat, stripped of its usual rough edge.Noah didn't hand it over immediately. He was sitting in the front passenger seat, the paper map crumpled between his fingers, his thumbs digging into the margins until the ink smeared. "The turnoff is just past the s
The aircraft hit the secondary alpine runway with a violent, jarring thud that sent a shudder straight through the floorboards and into Eli’s heels. The tires screamed against the wet asphalt, fighting for traction on a strip of concrete that was barely maintained and completely shrouded in thick, gray mountain fog. There were no sleek airport terminal lights here just a single wind cone spinning madly in the freezing rain and the dark outline of a corrugated storage shed.Eli’s head thamped back against the leather headrest as the pilot slammed the thrusters into reverse, the loud, mechanical roar of the engines drowning out any chance of conversation for ten agonizing seconds. He squeezed his eyes shut, his heart hammering against his ribs in a fast, erratic rhythm. The small, comfortable world of Saint Aurelius the smell of the fresh track grass, the quiet mornings in the dormitory lane, the low hum of student gossip in the dining hall felt like a completely different life. The
The blue sedan roared down the highway bypass, its windshield wipers slapping violently against the glass as the city lights of Geneva blurred into long, watery streaks. Inside, the only illumination came from the screen of Cassian’s laptop, casting a cold blue glow over the four boys.Eli’s breathing was still shallow, his palm tightly sweating against the stolen digital drive. He stared at the dashboard, his mind racing to connect the pieces that Julian Vance had just thrown at them in the vault."It doesn't make sense," Eli said, his voice cutting through the hum of the heater. "Julian said Mira’s mother structured the settlement five years ago. If the Solene family was that deep in the Senator’s pocket, how did Mira get ahold of the proxy tokens? Why did Raphael have the key?"Lucien didn't look away from the road, his hands steady on the wheel despite the speed. "Because Mira and Raphael weren't working for the board, Eli. They were trying to build their own leverage."Cassian f
Lucien rose to his feet in a single, fluid motion, his wet sneakers making a faint, sticky sound against the linoleum. He didn't wipe the gray drainage water from his face. His green eyes were completely fixed on the sliver of light cutting through the open vault door at the end of the central lane. He reached down, his fingers catching the sleeve of Eli’s jacket to pull him up behind his shoulder as they moved silently toward the threshold.Every step down the narrow corridor felt weighted. Eli kept his breath shallow, his boots aligning perfectly with Lucien’s shadow to minimize the sound of their approach. The space narrowed as they neared the heavy steel casing of the vault entry, the illumination shifting from the dim yellow of the maintenance hall to a sharp, clinical brightness.The interior of the vault was wide, lined with reinforced steel cabinets and illuminated by a harsh, blue-tinted overhead light. The air smelled strongly of ozone and shredded paper. Rows of heavy
The side alley behind the Rue du Rhône financial pavilion was tight, shadowed by the concrete overhang of the main building and smelling heavily of wet stone and old iron. Rain dripped from the high drainage pipes in a steady, rhythmic slap against the asphalt.Lucien led the way toward the rear of the loading dock, his boots making no sound as he stopped in front of a heavy, rectangular iron grate set directly into the concrete foundation. The bars were thick, rusted red at the edges, and secured to the frame by four massive industrial bolts that had been sealed with thick grease to prevent water damage."This is the secondary intake," Lucien said, his voice dropping below the steady rumble of the building's central heating exhaust above them. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a compact, adjustable steel wrench he had taken from the airfield locker. "The blueprint Cassian pulled shows this shaft drops six feet before it intersects with the main drainage line for the vau
The blue sedan slipped into the subterranean parking deck beneath the Rue du Rhône, its wet tires squealing softly against the smooth, painted concrete floor. Lucien drove all the way down to the lowest level, bypassing the brightly lit rows near the elevator banks until he found an unlit bay tucked behind a massive concrete support column. He killed the engine, but left the auxiliary power running so the dashboard screen didn't lose its connection to Cassian’s terminal."We stay split," Lucien said, shifting his weight to look back at the rear seat. "Cassian, you and Noah monitor the local precinct frequencies from here. If the building’s private security detail triggers a manual override on the vaults, I want to know before the central alarm hits the floor.""The encryption is holding," Cassian replied, his fingers flying across his laptop keys as the blue lines of the financial block’s layout pulsed on his screen. "But the biometric keys they’re using at the front desk are linke
Noah was up before his alarm.He lay there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling, listening to Eli’s breathing from across the room, still asleep. The morning light coming through the gap in the curtains was grey and thin, the kind that meant the cold had settled in properly overnight.He got u
Lucien reached the bottom of the steps and stopped. He didn’t say anything immediately, he just looked at the two of them on the cold stone, Eli with his hands buried in the sleeves of the blue sweater and Rafael beside him with his duffel bag on the gravel, and the silence stretched long enough t
The heavy doors clicked shut, locking Eli and Noah, were on the outside of the boardroom.Eli didn’t stay by the elevator like Noah did. The air up there felt too suffocating, with the smell of old carpet and expensive wood, so he took the stairs down to the main lobby, exiting through the glass f
Chapter 59: QuorumThe heavy oak door click felt deafeningly loud when it finally shut behind Noah and Cassian.Lucien was already pacing the small strip of Persian rug between the bookshelves, his fingers aggressively running through his hair until the neat styling completely fell apart. “You’re







