Calla’s POV
The Vault of Truth
The moment the jet’s wheels touched the tarmac in Zurich, I felt it—the shift. Not in the air, but in my bones. The kind of shift that comes before a reckoning. The world I thought I understood had shattered days ago, and every mile we flew brought me closer to a truth I wasn’t sure I wanted to find.
Cassian was silent beside me. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, the only sign that he wasn’t as composed as he looked. Even he couldn’t hide the storm behind those eyes forever.
The car that met us at the airport was nondescript—black, armored, and waiting. The kind of vehicle that meant business and buried secrets. I climbed in, gripping the flash drive in my coat pocket like a lifeline. The gold crest engraved on it was pressed into my palm
