First message
Lucien has never been careless. So when he started disappearing at the same hour every morning, returning with the faint scent of chalk and perfume clinging to him, I noticed. I always notice. I followed him one morning, silent as smoke, and watched him walk into Ravenwood High. My brother—who hasn’t set foot in a classroom in centuries—sitting among mortals.
For her.
I saw her before she saw me. And I understood.
The pull was immediate. Violent. Her heartbeat carried something richer than human. Her scent lingered in the air long after she passed. I tried to slip into her thoughts out of instinct, the way I always do. Nothing. Silence. A blank wall where her mind should be. I pressed harder.
Still nothing.
It unsettled me. No one has ever been closed to me. Secrets surface like whispers the moment I reach for them. But her mind is sealed, and it drives me insane. I have followed her for weeks now—through town, through quiet streets near the cliffs, memorizing the rhythm of her steps, the tilt of her head when she laughs.
Lucien thinks he is subtle. He thinks I don’t see the way he watches her.
He forgets who I am.
A few days after him, I enrolled too. Forged records. Bent officials to my will. Senior year, perfectly aligned. If my brother wants proximity, so do I. If he wants her attention, I will demand it.
I don’t share.
And whatever protects her mind from me only makes me want inside it more.
She doesn’t know it yet.
But she will.