ECHOES OF BLOOD
(Sasha's POV)
Durban smelled different.
The ocean had a way of making even dirty secrets feel cleaner than they were.
But secrets remained secrets.
And blood remained blood.
I sat in the backseat of the G63 watching the city pass by.
The sky above Durban was bright.
Beautiful.
Peaceful.
A lie.
Because somewhere in this city was a man running for his life.
A man who knew something important.
A man who might hold the first real thread leading directly to Konstantin Volkov.
And judging by how quickly he disappeared—
other people wanted him silenced.
Permanently.
Scara sat across from me reviewing information on a tablet.
His expression looked darker with every page.
I took a sip of coffee.
"Tell me something good."
Scara didn't even look up.
"We're alive
