Lana sprinted through the rain-soaked streets, her heart pounding against her ribs. She had no plan—only instincts. She had trusted Elias, and he had betrayed her.
Never again.
She needed to regroup. Disappear. But first, she needed to know just how far Dean was willing to go to drag her back.
She ducked into an abandoned building, pressing her back against the cold wall as she unlocked Elias’s stolen phone.
Her fingers hovered over the screen.
The message from the unknown number was still there.
HOLD HER THERE. MEN ON THE WAY.
Her lips pressed into a tight line. There was only one person it could be.
Dean.
But as she scrolled further, her blood ran cold.
NEW MESSAGE:
"Proceed with PHASE TWO. She’ll come to us soon enough."
Lana’s stomach twisted. Phase Two?
She swiped to the
