LUCAS’S POV
She fell asleep with my name on her lips, a soft, broken “Lucas…” that slipped out like a prayer. I stayed awake long after her breathing evened out, counting the rise and fall of her back against my chest, letting the warmth of her skin burn away the last of the rage still crackling under my ribs.
Cameron thought he could humiliate her on every screen in the city.
He thought he could crawl back into her life and drag her name through the mud just to save his own reputation.
He had no idea I’d already buried him.
My phone vibrated once on the nightstand— ‘John.’
I eased my arm from under Avela’s neck, careful not to wake her, and slipped out of bed. The screen lit my face in the dark as I padded barefoot into the hallway.
‘Package ready. Rooftop. Ten minutes.
You’
