[THE VAULT] 01 — TALIE ✧ 2704-12-17

GLACIER

The comforting warmth of the fireplace woke Glacier like a hug—a deceptive welcome to the disarray that greeted him. Dull portraits watched him rise to his feet, dust stirred in his wake, and dread followed him into the hall, where his reflection stared back at him from the blackened glass. An eerie stillness stretched beyond the house to the untouched snow outside, barely visible past the bright lights of the corridor.

He started toward the office, shivering with every creak of the floor. “Kat?” he asked, swallowing the last of her name. Too loud.

“I’m right here.”

Glacier jolted, spinning around to where she stood behind him, her arms folded over her chest.

“It seems you still haven’t fixed anything yet.”

“Where were you?” he asked. “Did you really send my dad here?”

“Yes. I thought it would help. Clearly, it didn’t.”

“I thought you were mad at me for ignoring you—”

“Oh, please, let’s not act like you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Then why isn’t this damn house fixed yet, Glacier?”

He threw up his hands, letting them fall with a sigh as his collapsed against the wall.

Useless, aren’t you?

Kat’s face softened into pity, her own arms untangling in her reach for him. “Glacier…” She squeezed his shoulder. “Gods… I feel like it’s so obvious, and you’re trying to explain it all away. I wish I could give you all the answers, but I can’t. You have to seek them out—”

He scoffed, shoving her hand away. “What do you think I’ve been trying to do?” It didn’t sound nearly as angry as he’d hoped, instead hitting a sad note that reverberated through him, begging for escape. So, he turned to the office doors.

“Glacier, wait—”

Glacier threw his body into the doors, catching himself as they flung open to light hurtling around the room. He froze, staring up at the pendant lamp, mesmerized by the way it violently spun. Shadows ungulated in the corners, creeping forward and back like lapping waves threatening to pool against the furniture. Cool air tickled his skin.

“Shit!” Kat darted past him, throwing the window shut.

“Wh- why was the window open?”

She twisted around and pointed at the desk while half-fumbling with the latch. “Check the drawer. Make sure all of the keys are still there—the locked one too, don’t forget it.”

His body finally moved then, but each action turned shaky. He slid the first drawer free. Eleven, twelve, thirteen… He dropped to his knees and tugged on the bottom handle. It blinked red. “They’re all here, and the bottom drawer’s still locked. What’s going on?”

“Something got inside, but we caught it before it could get all the way into the rest of the house,” she said, sounding breathless as she ran her fingers over one of the bookshelves, muttering numbers and titles. “Glacier, this is why I was worried. Things are falling apart, which means that it won’t be long before that—or something like that—will find another place to break in.”

He watched her continue down the line, checking piece after piece while he rose to his feet. His sights remained locked on the window, filled with desire to glimpse what had crawled past his childhood safe haven—over a cushioned bench once cluttered with toys. Swallowing, he crept over to it, cupping his hands around his eyes to peer out into the dark, snowy void.

Nothing.

No signs of footprints or disturbances around the house. Whatever it was, it was long gone, leaving without a trace.

“I don’t see anything out there,” he whispered, his breath obscuring the glass.

That is, until he found two, shining pinpricks cutting through the night. Like eyes staring back at him.

Glacier shot up in bed, gasping for air and trying to tamp down the sudden panic of it being too dark.

“Wha- What’s going on?” Cecilia popped up from her pillow, sounding groggy.

“N-nothing. Just a nightmare,” he whispered, forcing the wobble from his voice. “Everything’s fine.”

She sank back into the mattress and gently patted his forearm with a yawn. “Go back to sleep.”

The bed complained as he laid back down. Cecilia’s breathing grew steady, but he stared up at the ceiling. All the vague talk of grimoires and daemons had gotten under his skin and slithered into his dreams. Thinking about the keys didn’t help either, not when they were all connected. Strung together in the perfect tapestry depicting the apocalypse. It might as well have matched the one hanging out in the apartment’s living room—the lighthouse a disturbing representation of Noa in Lazarus’s visions—whatever they’d been.

He turned his head to the door, staring at the faint blue outline of the natural light cutting through from the hallway. His legs swung over the side of the bed, and he padded out into the quiet stillness of the early morning.

Glacier rubbed his arms as he passed the arch windows, spotted with pattering rain, and stopped at the threshold to the living room. Noa sat in the middle of the sofa, her face bleached to a deathly hue from the light of the tablet in her hands. She looked up and scooted over—a silent invitation he took and settled into the cushion beside hers.

“Do… do you think Nyx is right?” he whispered.

“No, because I don’t want her to be right.”

He sank further down into the couch. “There was… something wrong with Adam.”

“Clearly.”

“No, I mean—” He tilted his head back. “Maybe it was a trick of the light or something, but I swore that I saw something wrong with his eyes.”

“Maybe it was just your imagination? I didn’t notice anything weird, outside of his orders in Astravnian.”

“Speaking of… You’re Astravnian, aren’t you?”

She let out a short, quiet laugh. “I’m not.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why? Because I’m Volkov? And the Volkov clearly must live in Astravny because it’s an Astravnian word? Try again.”

“No. You’re Astravnian because you match the build. You also said that you came from a poor family who could barely survive. That, and while you were able to pull off a Bellegardian accent back in Miralta for that guy at the border, it still wasn’t anywhere close to how easily you slipped into Astravnian like that. Don’t lie to me and tell me you aren’t. You’re either from King’s, and your parents were Astravnian, or you’re actually from Astravny.”

Her eyes widened, finally letting out a nervous chuckle. “Okay. You caught me. I’m Astravnian. Happy?”

“Are the Volkov located in Astravny too?”

“Now that is a little too much information,” she said, frowning. “Not only do you not need to know where the Volkov live, but it’s a rather bold assumption to say that they’re in Astravny with no evidence.”

He looked away, quietly admitting defeat. She was right. It was still an assumption, considering the others weren’t necessarily from Astravny either. “You… mentioned that Kole is Amaraian, right? Where are the others from?”

“Do you mean where they’re from, or where they appear to be from?”

“Appearance. I think I’d rather know about what they look like, so I know who to look for.”

“Not so you can make another hypothesis?” Her mouth ticking up at the corner with amusement, dampened by his serious look. She sighed. “Fine. Ezra was Astravnian like me and two others—they’re blood siblings, Kole’s Amaraian, and the youngest is Jinwonese. Myron… looks like a mix of something… Taliean with a couple other places mixed in that blend a little too finely together.”

“Fantastic…”

“I would mainly keep an eye out for Kole. We’ll have bigger problems if the rest start showing up.”

His shoulders slumped. “How typical that the Amaraian wants me dead,” he mumbled.

CECILIA

Cecilia cracked open her door, swallowing when she saw Noa prowling down the hall. “Noa—” she hissed, watching her spin around. “I need help with the back of my dress.”

“Let me guess,” Noa mumbled, tugging on the fabric of her own and rolling her eyes, “it’s another subtle, black thing. Honestly, I’m over it.”

Grimacing, Cecilia pulled the door the rest of the way open and blushed when Noa’s mouth hung open. “Oh, damn.”

“Would you hurry up and get in here?” she begged, she shot a quick glance up and down the hall.

Noa shut the door behind her, and Cecilia hunched in on herself, noting how she wasn’t looking her in the face anymore. Admittedly, the sapphire blue princess gown was now the prettiest thing she’d ever worn. It’d stopped her heart when she’d pulled it from its cover and felt the silky fabric between her fingertips. Each gem sewn into it glittered like the twinkling garden lights she’d glimpsed in the days leading up to the last party in the palace.

Her face heated. “Stop it,” she said, her voice wavering in her attempt to sound irritated. “I should’ve just asked you to get Nyx or Glacier.”

Noa’s straighter, immediately shaking her head. “No, no—just turn around.”

“What? So you can enjoy the view?”

“No!” she protested a little too quickly. “I mean… maybe a little.” Noa tossed her clutch onto the bed. “Come on. Turn around.”

Cecilia hiked up the skirt of her dress and spun around. Noa helped her hair over her shoulder and started running her fingers over the clasps.

“It doesn’t even have a damn zipper… Rune is going to be pissed once he realized he won’t be able to rip this off you.”

“Noa!”

“What? If I’m thinking it, then I know he’ll be. Damn does he have good taste…”

Cecilia buried her head in her hands.

“The dress is gorgeous, by the way. The color brings out your eyes.” The snap of the final clasp came with a gentle pat on the back. “See? I can be nice.”

When she half-turned to gauge Noa’s expression, she found one of pride, rather than sincerity, like she should be rewarded for keeping her hands to herself. Cecilia slapped her arm.

“Ow—” Noa’s recoiled. “Bitch, here I am helping you and giving you compliments, and you have the audacity—No. No, you know what, fine. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want you anymore. Maybe I’ll go back to Rune.”

“I hear his brother is free,” Cecilia said, fidgeting with her gloves.

Noa gagged as she reclaimed her things and opened the door. “Come on, killer. Let’s save the catfight for later so you can get to your escort, and I can join my… well… escort if you catch my drift.” 

Noa led the way down the hall, leaving Cecilia on her heels. Her footsteps tapped softly in comparison to Noa’s strides—how she entered the living room with her head held high. But every eye moved from her to Cecilia, even when she hovered in the doorway.

Noa hooked her arm through Crow’s. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

He staggered behind her, tripping and cursing on their way out the door until three souls remained. Nyx and Glacier ducked their heads, returning to their work with hushed mutterings. Then there was one.

Rune in his simple black suit—a perfect match to Crow’s, though she preferred how he carried himself in it. He stood regal yet relaxed, a member of the royal council plucked straight from home, even if his Bellegardian coloring didn’t match the part.

You’re above your station tonight. Step into the shoes of the person you want to be.

Her white gloves dug into the fabric as she started forward. Blonde hair fell over her shoulder in a cascading waterfall, obscuring her vision when she passed him, but the way his dark eyes followed her with awe stayed seared in her mind.

“Gods help me,” he whispered, sending heat flooding her cheeks before he moved to get the door for her.

NOA

“Did you see—” Crow started, staring back behind them like he might catch another glimpse of Cecilia.

“How hot she was?” Noa finished. “Yes. Now shut up and keep walking.” She gripped his arm a little tighter, nearly dragging him down the street.

“I can’t believe that Rune gets to have her on his arm while I just get—”

“You shouldn’t finish that thought,” she said through gritted teeth. “Though, I at least got the satisfaction of helping her into her dress.” She let a sly smile creep onto her face.

“That’s not fair.” He scowled.

“Life’s not fair. Get used to it. But while we’re on that topic… Glacier’s off-limits, and if I catch you even looking at him like that again, Rune will be an only child.”

“Noted,” he mumbled.

“Back to business, then. Play this like Corvia. We just need to make our way into the museum while avoiding patrols and cameras. No tours to work around this time.”

“Sounds like a walk in the park.” He flashed her a grin.

“Just what I would expect from you,” she said, patting his arm. “Now at least try to act like you like me, okay?”

He pulled his arm from her grip and wrapped it around her waist—an act that Noa wasn’t a huge fan of, but he was technically doing as he was instructed. She leaned into him and slowed her steps to match the beat of the instrumental melodies pouring out of public spaces for the event. They wove through small crowds of would-be fireworks watchers and parade attendees dressed in everything from jackets and jeans to suits and dresses, much like them. But all walked under the twinkling overhead lights strung from lampposts, as dazzling and bright as the prospect of a new year.

CECILIA

The hum of excitement in the main hall set off fluttering in Cecilia’s stomach. Every grouping of guests tapping their glasses to one another’s in an early toast or retelling some animated story set her at ease. The suffocating atmosphere she’d stepped into during the event back in Corvia was replaced with something a little more hopeful—whether that was due to her past nerves or the fact that her arm was now looped through her boyfriend’s, she wasn’t sure. For all she knew, it could’ve been the sparkling rose gold-framed mirrors breaking up the wall tapestries depicting ruins, ships, and sheep scattered through fields.

Rune gave her hand a squeeze, anchoring her again. She soaked in the room while they walked, watching each group, each waiter, each unsettling shift of a guard along the walls. Cecilia pulled down on his arm, lifting herself up to whisper in his ear. “I think the woman at the entrance has a panic button.”

He flagged down one of the waitstaff for drinks before braving a glance back to what she’d seen: a woman with red hair pulled back in a severe bun holding a tablet. Her blouse didn’t quite hide the cheap bead chain around her neck.

“I think you’re right,” he mumbled into his glass. “Control panel on your right.” Rune maneuvered them for a better view of one of the tapestries: a crumbling monument under a dark sky with the faded image of a woman woven out of the specks of stars. Two guards stood in front of the roped-off archway next to it, leading into the depths of the museum, where the security panel glowed a faint blue just inside the entrance.

The lights dimmed, and silence rolled over the room, calling everyone’s attention to the upper-level balcony at the end, drenched in spotlight. 

“Welcome, my dearest friends, patrons, and saints!” boomed the man at its center, his coppery hair slicked back and brushing his crisp, white dress shirt collar. “Let us say our farewells to the past year and ring in the new year of 2705!”

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, nearly drowning out Nyx’s signal for Noa and Crow to make their way inside.

CROW

Crow basked in the noise echoing through the courtyard, tumbling through the open glass doors every several minutes. Applause, cheers, laughter—they all might as well have been for his brother like when they were kids putting on street performances and Crow bumped up against the audience members, scanning ID after ID, none ever the wiser.

The one major downside to this job was the damn maze of rooms he and Noa had to navigate through. And while he’d studied the map, seeing it in person turned into a whole other animal with how many doors were locked or blocked off. He now understood why Nyx had given him an electronic lockpick before Noa had dragged him outside. The doors were on their own little network.

He pressed it against one of the remaining set of double doors standing between them and their key, sending it springing to life. A blue outer ring began to lurch forward and pause as it tried to override the lock. Well, until Noa threw herself in front of it, grabbed his tie, and yanked him way too close.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” he hissed. “Stop making passes at m—”

“Oh, you wish. If a guard turns that corner, they’ll assume we’re just making out.”

“I thought you were just going to kill them if we got caught.”

“No, you idiot! Then it’ll look super suspicious.”

“Well, I’m more of the grab it and don’t get caught type. Not so much the distraction type, let alone the espionage type—”

“Oh, the irony,” she mumbled, her head jerking down to the blinking light muffled behind her. She pried it off the door and tossed it to him before slipping inside.

“Well,” Crow began, shutting the door behind him with a soft thump against the frame, “I suppose when you kill people for a living, you’re forced to consider how best to not get caught in the act.” He placed a hand to his chest. “I, on the other hand, have someone to take care of that issue for me.” 

He strode towards the case displayed along the far wall. The Song of Talie sat tucked inside, resting on a silk cushion. The emblem made him think of a ripple disturbing a still pond, its rose gold metal rings spanning outward, crashing into pearls to make shallow waves of their own. Then again, he supposed they could’ve been placed like music notes, spiraling in infinite song.

“Well…” he said, “looks like no grimoires this time.”

“I’d rather not think about those right now anyway,” Noa muttered, wasting no time prepping the case and putting a hand up to her earpiece. “In position.”

CECILIA

“Pride and Gluttony, hold. Greed and Envy, stay alert,” Nyx said. “I’m timing the security to drop when the fireworks start in a moment.”

Cecilia rocked back, bumping her shoulder against Rune while half the room spilled onto the steps leading out into the garden for a better view.

“I’ve… never actually seen fireworks in person before,” she said quietly.

“Then we’ll have to step outside once everyone gets settled, won’t we?” Rune said, a smile on his face brightened by the first of the lights shooting up with a scream, bursting into dazzling sparks ripping apart the night sky.

CROW

Crow popped the glass off the case, and Noa dropped the fake over the original, tugging out the latter. He dropped the lid back into place and began removing the demagnetizers with a grin.

Noa’s voice came over the comms, “Clear. We’re on our way out.”

“Man, if only every job went this smoothly,” he mumbled, bouncing his collected tools in one hand with a short series of clicks.

“Maybe you should give Sloth a little more credit,” she whispered, half turning to him on their way to the door. “There’s a reason why your brother and I ask, ‘how high’ when she says ‘jump’.” She snapped her clutch shut, tucking the key’s new case under her arm.

He rolled his eyes. “Gods, you sound like my mother. ‘Listen to your coordinator.’”

“Sounds like she knew what the hell she was doing.”

RUNE

Rune wrapped an arm around Cecilia’s waist at the all-clear, ushering her toward the glass garden doors. They stopped on the steps and tilted their heads to the sky. She jumped, bumping into him when another firework hurtled upward, and a laugh bubbled up from his throat.

“They’re beautiful,” she whispered in awe.

“Maybe next year we could go to Valentia for New Year’s?” he suggested, pushing a lock of hair out of her face. He hated how his mind tacked on the caveat of if they managed to live that long, but she still gave him a warm smile.

“I’d love that.”

The smile didn’t reach her eyes though—there was a distinct lack of hope there, telling him she feared it too.