2026-10-11 21:13:10I started to say the name she wanted, but nothing came out. Not because I was scared. Not because I refused. The word just wasn’t there it felt like one of those terms you’ve never learned, so you physically can’t say it.
Thess watched me, and something shifted behind her eyes. “You’re not denying it,” she said, slow and focused, “but you’re not owning it either. That’s not the same thing.”
“I don’t know what you expect.” My voice stayed flat. I wasn’t giving her anything. “You felt something, sure, I believe that. But believing doesn’t mean I owe you answers.”
“Oh, that’s convenient.”
“I’m not being convenient. I’m being honest.” I chose that carefully. There’s a difference between honesty and truth, and I wasn’t giving her the latter.
She studied me the way she had in the hallway earlier, taking stock of every flicker of expression. I let her. It’s easier to give nothing than risk her catching a lie. I’d known her less than an hour. Whatever her mark meant, whatever ideas she had about my bloodline, this wasn’t trust. And honestly, I wasn’t about to hand the kind of secret over to a stranger that could get me killed because she’d asked twice.
“You’re correcting combat theories no one teaches anymore. You moved a sealed relic in a vault you shouldn’t have even been able to access. Now my Bloodmark is reacting to you like you’re kin to a bloodline that’s supposed to be extinct. That’s not random, Rian. It’s a pattern.”
“Patterns aren’t proof.”
“They’re enough for me to cross the border and burn my arm raw just to find out.” She set her jaw. “So either give me something real, or stop acting like you don’t understand why I’m here.”
I just held her gaze. The silence grew thick, its own answer a truth I didn’t want to give.
“Fine,” she said, sharper now. “You don’t trust me. I get it. I don’t trust you either. You’re a stranger, wearing a mask that doesn’t fit.” She folded her arms. “But you need to know what your silence means. I came with a question. If you won’t answer, I’ll get the answer myself and I won’t care who hears it.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a fact.” She didn’t even blink. “I don’t know what you are. I can’t tell if you’re dangerous, hiding, or just lost. But a Bloodmark this strong won’t stay quiet forever. I can’t control what it does in a room full of people. If you want this to stay private, this was your shot.”
That landed harder than all her earlier questions. She wasn’t wrong. If that mark flared up in the dining hall or during lecture especially in front of Corvin or his family there’d be no fixing it.
“I’ll think about it,” I said. It was as much honesty as I could offer. “That’s all I’ve got right now.”
There was a flicker on her face, not satisfied, not disappointed just recalculating. She was treating me like data, not like a personal failure. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one I have.”
She stared a little longer, then stepped back, letting the distance settle between us again. The sharpness faded into cool, practiced composure. “Then we’re at an impasse,” she said. “For now. But listen I didn’t come here to expose you. My blood’s reacting to you, and honestly, that’s my problem as much as yours. If you keep shutting me out, I’ll look for answers on my own. I’d rather do it with you, because I don’t know if whatever I find is dangerous for me, too.”
That felt truer than her so-called threat.
“Noted,” I said.
“Noted.” She echoed, unimpressed, and turned to leave. At the edge of the yard, she hesitated, almost looking back. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re lying about not having an answer. I think you’re lying about how much you actually suspect.” She let that hang in the air. “When you’re ready to stop playing, you know where to find me.”
She walked off toward the main grounds, leaving me alone as the light faded. I kept replaying her last words, realizing she’d read me better than I wanted to admit. Not because of what I said but because of what I’d carefully held back.
Somewhere across the academy, I felt that distant hum again, the one tied to the vault. Trust or not, whatever was buried in Rian Ashe wasn’t waiting for my permission. I was starting to accept that the real danger wasn’t Thess Moor finding out the truth before me.
It was me running out of time to discover it myself.
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CHAPTER 12: THE NIGHT BEFORE THE MEASURE
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CHAPTER 11: WITNESSES
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