The rain hasn’t slowed.
If anything, the storm feels heavier now, pressing down on the rooftop like the city itself is listening.
Margaret’s last words echo in my mind.
She became the more valuable target.
My pulse pounds.
Marcus is the first to react. “That doesn’t make sense.”
Margaret lifts an eyebrow. “Doesn’t it?”
Marcus shakes his head. “No. Killing Alessa would have made the corporate war worse, not better.”
Adrian’s voice is low and controlled. “Explain your logic.”
Margaret studies him carefully. “You’re assuming the goal was still the corporate war.”
Marcus frowns. “What else would it be?”
Margaret turns toward me. “You.”
The single word lands like a stone in my chest.
Marcus groans softly. “This again.”
But Margaret continues. “Three years ago, Alessa Valez was mor
