THE NAME THAT SHAKES NATIONS
Calla’s POV
The wheels touched down in Paris with a metallic shriek, and for a moment, the hum of the jet’s deceleration drowned out everything—my thoughts, my fear, my fury. I sat frozen, my sister curled beside me, still trembling in sleep or shock. I couldn’t tell which. The warmth of her against my side was the only thing anchoring me.
Faye was safe.
But I didn’t feel safe. Not anymore.
Cassian’s voice cut through the intercom. “We’re secure. Ground transport is waiting.”
I didn’t move. Not until Faye stirred and whispered, “Is it over?”
I didn’t have the heart to lie. “Not yet.”
Security moved with quiet precision as we disembarked. Dominic and Nyra flanked us, scanning shadows as if Dorian might slither out from one. And maybe he would. He’d di
