24
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EVANDER
The courtyard is freezing.
Not metaphorically. Actually freezing. The temperature has stalled at about forty degrees since earlier this afternoon, and the stone benches are covered in a thin layer of frost that glitters under the antique lampposts like crushed diamonds.
I'm sitting on one anyway. Don't care about the cold seeping through my expensive slacks. Don't care about anything except the fact that Aurora is going to be here in—I check my phone—three minutes.
Three days. We've had three perfect days.
Three days of her hand in mine as we walk across campus.
Three days of waking up with her tangled in my sheets, her hair spread across my pillow, that silver cross necklace I gave her catching the morning light.
Three days of feeling like maybe—maybe—I'm not completely broken.
That maybe caring about someone doesn't automatically mean they'll drown while I stand paralyzed on the shore.
My phone buzzes.
Aurora: almost there
I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. Genuine. Uncontrolled. The kind of expression that would make the Elite students stare if they saw it because Evander Laurent doesn't smile like this. Doesn't let happiness show on his face where it can be weaponized.
But Aurora makes me forget those rules. Makes me want to be something other than the Ice King everyone expects.
I stand up. Brush frost off my slacks. Check my reflection in the fountain's still water to make sure I look—
What? Presentable? Like I'm trying to impress her?
The realization makes me laugh. Quiet. Self-deprecating. Because yes, I'm trying to impress the girl who's already seen me at my worst. Who watched me nearly drown. Who stayed anyway.
Footsteps on stone.
I turn, ready to pull her into my arms, ready to kiss her until she's breathless, ready to—
The smile dies on my face.
Aurora is walking toward me across the empty courtyard. But something's wrong. Something in the way she's moving—mechanical, purposeful, each step measured like she's counting them.
And her face.
Her face is completely blank. Not the ghost-like compliance from two weeks ago. Something else. Something harder. Like she's wearing a mask carved from ice.
"Aurora?" I take a step toward her. "What's wrong?"
She stops exactly six feet away. The distance is deliberate. Calculated. Far enough that I can't reach her without crossing a clear boundary.
Her hand comes up. Fingers wrapped around something silver.
My cross necklace. The one I gave her three days ago. The one she promised never to take off.
She holds it out between us. Dangling from her fingers like it means nothing.
"I'm returning this," she says. Her voice is flat. Empty. "I don't need it anymore."
The words don't make sense. I stare at the necklace, at her blank face, trying to process what's happening.
"What are you talking about?" My voice comes out rough. Confused. "Aurora, what—"
"I used you." She says it simply. Directly. Each word enunciated with perfect clarity. "The debt, the scholarship, Liam's safety—that's all I ever cared about. You were a means to an end. And now that the debt's gone, I'm done."
The courtyard tilts. Actually tilts. Like the ground beneath my feet just shifted forty-five degrees and I'm struggling to stay upright.
"That's not true." I take another step toward her. She takes a step back, maintaining that six-foot distance. "Aurora, the past three days—"
"Were an act." She cuts me off. "I'm good at acting, Evander. I had to be. Growing up with my father taught me how to perform whatever emotion kept me safe."
"You're lying." But my voice wavers. "You wouldn't—we had something real—"
"We had a transaction." The necklace is still dangling from her fingers. "You wanted to own me. I let you think you did while I worked the angle to get what I needed. Now I have it. So we're done."
My chest is tight. Can't breathe properly. Can't think past the roaring in my ears that sounds like drowning.
"Look at me," I demand. "Look me in the eye and tell me you felt nothing."
She does. Meets my gaze with those warm brown eyes that are currently completely empty.
"I felt nothing," she says clearly. "You were convenient. A way to protect Liam and get through Ardencrest without worrying about money. That's all you ever were."
"The lake—" My voice breaks. "I dove into the fucking lake for you. For Liam. I faced the thing that terrifies me most because I couldn't stand the thought of you losing him—"
"And I appreciated the gesture." She says it like she's thanking someone for holding a door. "It kept Liam safe. But it doesn't change the fundamental truth: I was using you. And now I'm done."
She steps forward. Closes the distance I've been trying to cross. Holds out the necklace.
"Take it back."
I stare at the silver cross. At the reminder of Matthias. At the symbol of everything I've been terrified of since I was eight years old.
Attachment is fatal. Caring is a flaw. Love is a weakness someone will exploit.
My mother's lessons. Carved into my brain through trauma and repetition.
And Aurora just proved every single one of them true.
"Please." The word comes out broken. Desperate. I don't recognize my own voice. "Please tell me the truth. Tell me you're lying. Tell me someone made you do this—"
"No one made me do anything." Her expression doesn't change. "I'm making a choice. The same way I chose to stay three days ago. Except now I'm choosing to leave."
She grabs my hand. Forces my fingers open. Drops the necklace into my palm.
The silver is cold. Heavy. Familiar weight that I haven't felt against my skin in three days because I gave it to her. Trusted her with it. With me.
"Goodbye, Evander." She steps back. "I hope you find whatever it is you're actually looking for. But it's not me."
And then she turns and walks away.
Just like that. No hesitation. No looking back. Just perfect, measured steps across the frost-covered stone, her shoulders straight, her head high.
I stand there. Frozen. The necklace burning cold in my palm.
She's twenty feet away. Thirty. Almost to the archway that leads back to campus.
And something inside me shatters.
Completely. Irrevocably.
Not the controlled break I've cultivated for years—the careful cracks in my armor that I can show people to make them think I'm vulnerable while keeping the real damage hidden.
This is total destruction. The sound of every wall I've built since Matthias died crumbling to dust.
"AURORA!"
The scream tears out of my throat. Raw. Desperate. Absolutely terrified.
She stops. Doesn't turn around. Just stands there, silhouetted against the lamplight.
I'm running before I make the conscious decision to move. Crossing the courtyard in long strides, my expensive shoes slipping on frost, my breath coming in harsh gasps that fog in the freezing air.
I reach her. Grab her shoulder. Spin her around.
And I drop to my knees.
Right there on the frozen stone. In the middle of the courtyard where anyone could see. Where the security cameras are definitely recording. Where Evander Laurent—the Crown Prince, the Ice King, the untouchable—is about to beg.
"Please." I'm crying. Actually crying. Tears streaming down my face, my voice breaking on every word. "Please don't do this. Don't leave. I'll give you anything—everything—just tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it—"
She's looking down at me with that same blank expression. Like watching a stranger have a breakdown.
"There's nothing to fix, Evander." Her voice is gentle. Almost kind. And that makes it so much worse. "This is just who we are. You're the man who needs to control everything. I'm the girl who needs to be free. We were never going to work."
"We were working!" I grab her hand. Press it against my chest where my heart is hammering so hard it hurts. "Three days, Aurora. Three perfect days. Tell me those meant nothing to you. Tell me you felt nothing when we—"
"I felt exactly what I needed to feel to keep you invested." She pulls her hand away. "I'm sorry if that hurts. But I'd rather be honest now than keep lying."
The words are knives. Each one finding a gap in armor I didn't know I'd lowered. Slicing through to the vulnerable parts I thought were finally safe.
"You're lying." But I sound desperate. Broken. "You have to be lying. People don't—they don't fake that—"
"I grew up with an abusive alcoholic father, Evander." Her tone doesn't change. Still that same gentle, almost pitying inflection. "I learned very young how to perform whatever emotion kept me alive. This is no different."
She crouches down. Eye level with me now. Close enough that I can see the individual flecks of gold in her brown eyes.
Close enough that I can see absolutely no emotion in them at all.
"You wanted to own me," she says quietly. "You succeeded. For a little while, you actually succeeded. But the debt's gone now. And I don't need you anymore."
She stands. Steps back.
"Goodbye, Evander."
And this time when she walks away, she doesn't stop. Doesn't hesitate. Just disappears through the archway, her footsteps echoing on stone until even those fade to silence.
I stay on my knees. Staring at the empty space where she was standing.
The necklace is still clutched in my fist. Silver digging into my palm hard enough to draw blood.
And the grief—the absolute, crushing grief—curdles into something else.
Something darker. Hotter. More familiar.
Rage.
She used me. Manipulated me. Made me think I was finally something other than the monster my mother created. Made me believe that caring about someone didn't automatically mean they'd destroy you.
And it was all a lie. All performance. All Aurora Lane being very, very good at survival.
I stand up. Slowly. My legs are shaking but I force them to hold me.
The tears have stopped. The desperation burned away by rage so pure it's almost cleansing.
I look down at the necklace in my hand. At the cross that represents every failure, every fear, every reason I spent ten years refusing to care about anyone.