Selene didn’t sleep.
She was curled on her office chair, heels tossed aside, knees were tightened on her chest. Eyes locked on the security monitors as if she was waiting for a ghost to crawl out of the dark.
Cam had doubled security. Darius was downstairs, handling cleanup.
But that feeling wouldn’t leave.
That weight pressing behind her eyes.
Something was wrong.
Something was always wrong when the silence stretched too long.
A soft knock broke through the quiet.
She didn’t flinch. “Come in.”
Cam entered, holding a folded note. “Found this by the back exit. No prints. No trail.”
She took it.
Unfolded the paper with steady fingers.
One line stared back at her in black ink:
He’s not yours. He’s theirs.
Her stomach dropped.
“Who saw him last?” she asked.
“Darius?” Cam leaned
