They had both decided to take a walk after their private dinner, intending to clear their heads. They were quiet, but the tension between them was palpable—a shared understanding that Julian Mercer was still orchestrating chaos somewhere out of sight.
Anna’s hands were tucked into her pockets, the small vial Julian had handed her long since hidden, yet the memory of his threats burned fresh in her mind. She glanced at Adrian, who remained silent, surveying the marina with a predator’s awareness.
“We need to move fast,” he finally said, voice low, almost blending with the lapping waves. “Julian won’t wait for us to catch up. Whatever he has planned next, he’s already a step ahead.”
Anna’s jaw tightened. She remembered the file she had found in Adrian’s office—the one proving Julian
