The night at Club Eden thrummed with its usual dark elegance, but something inside Raven shifted. She moved through the crowd with strange clarity, as if the music had peeled away the evening’s haze and unveiled every secret hiding in the shadows.
Raven slipped out of the private lounge where Jaxon had assigned her to monitor the VIP area. She’d taken notes on shipments, security logs, and interactions within Eden’s inner workings, grist for her investigation. Now, her mind was wired from adrenaline and suspicion. She’d seen the ledger files, the quiet mentions of trafficking routes and cryptic notations. But Zane’s cryptic threats echoed in her ears: "You’re next."
Jaxon was just a room away, holding court with suppliers. Raven leaned in close to the open doorway, catching fragments of
