Julian didn’t speak.
Not when the message from “Z” lit up his phone like a fuse ready to blow.
Not when Cara took a cautious step toward him, her expression a complicated mix of fear, guilt, and desire.
And certainly not when Charles muttered, “Looks like someone else is pulling the strings now.”
Julian stared at the message again. The wild game is far from over. Are you ready to play, Julian?
He turned the screen to Cara. “Do you know who this is?”
She shook her head, voice low. “No. But they sent something to me once too—weeks ago. Right before everything started… unraveling.”
Charles raised a brow, amused. “Looks like neither of you were ever in control.”
Julian turned slowly to face his father. “Get out.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get. Out.”
Charles chuckled darkly. “You think
