The Shadow Brother
I didn’t sleep.
Even when the suite Cassian had secured in Vienna was lined with guards, and the doors sealed with biometric locks, I couldn’t let my guard down. Sleep felt like surrender—and I’d surrendered too many times in my life already.
The files were still spread across the dining table. The Everhart crest—sleek, antique, and foreign—looked more familiar to me than the Bell emblem ever had. I couldn’t stop touching it and tracing the outline. I wonder what it was like for my mother to carry that bloodline and then be erased from it.
I stared at the flash drive again.
Tobias Everhart’s voice echoed in my head: You’re not just a Bell, Calla. You’re the last Everhart. And that name? It still has power.
But what kind of power?
And why did it still feel like I w
