Arthur leaned against the balcony rail of his penthouse, the city spread out before him. Distant car horns echoed like reminders that the world kept spinning—indifferent to pain, chaos, or love or any other feelings he had. He’d just gotten off the phone with Celeste after leaving her house. Her voice still lingered in his mind, gentle and steady.
You’re about to be a father, Arthur.
The words had rooted themselves in his chest.
But as comforting as that future sounded, the present was still filled with threats.
His mind wandered afar—to the quiet neighborhood where Reina stayed with her mum. She was free now, but was she entirely safe? Rylan was still out there, lurking in the silence, dangerous but smart enough to stay hidden, just out of their reach. Arthur knew better than to rely
