Selene didn’t blink.
She stared at the message, chest tight, pulse hammering in her throat.
Darius stood behind her, shirtless from the heat of the rooftop, the faint scent of smoke still clinging to his skin. “What is it?”
She showed him the phone.
His jaw clenched. “Another threat?”
Her fingers tightened around the device. “Worse. It means this isn’t over.”
He stepped beside her, reading the message again. “Who would want to finish what Mireille started?”
Selene stayed quiet.
Because one name was already echoing in her head.
And it burned like acid.
They didn’t go back to the penthouse.
It was too exposed.
Instead, Vincent had them rerouted to an off-the-grid estate in the hills, one of her father’s last safehouses, long forgotten in the system.
Selene stared out the bulletp
