THE EDGE OF TRUTH
Calla’s POV
The silence on the jet was no longer comforting—it was suffocating. Faye had cried herself to sleep beside me, her wrists still bandaged, her face hollow from the trauma Dorian had inflicted. But I couldn’t close my eyes. Not with the folder still burning in my lap. Not with the Blood Ledger sitting on the screen in front of me like a death sentence with a signature.
We were in the air again. Leaving the estate in southern France had felt like peeling ourselves out of a nightmare—but the nightmare hadn’t ended. It was simply airborne now.
Cassian hadn’t said much since we lifted off. He stood at the far end of the cabin, back to me, his phone pressed into his ear as he barked orders. Something in him had shifted. Gone was the quiet hesitation of Paris.
