THE PRICE OF NAMES
Calla’s POV
The jet hummed beneath my feet like a living thing, slicing through the night sky with a kind of desperation that mirrored the thrum of blood in my veins. I sat alone, curled in a leather seat, knees to my chest, the folder on my lap a ticking bomb of memory and vengeance.
Cassian hadn’t said a word since I confronted him with the file. Not because he didn’t care—but because he knew. Knew what it meant. Knew what it would cost.
The Blood Ledger.
It didn’t just name the guilty. It mapped out generations of rot, every bribe, every silenced scandal, every life Bell Enterprises had trampled to rise to its gleaming height. And there, at the top of the earliest page, was a name I never thought I’d fear.
Cassian Bell.
But the date told the real story.
He
