[Sera]
The day after the ritual went to hell, I realize I'm being tailed. Liam's crew, or Killian's spies, same difference. They're everywhere, lurking in coffee shops, pretending to scroll on phones across the street, blending into the crowd like shadows with a paycheck.
It takes me a while to clock their shift pattern. Shifts swap at 4 AM and 2 PM, with this sloppy fifteen-minute overlap where they high-five or whatever and leave a gap. Not much, but enough to slip through if I'm smart.
The question gnawing at me isn't how. It's what next.
Bolting this city solo is a joke. The Voss empire would sniff me out before I hit the state line. I need backup, a real plan beyond "poof, gone."
Six days. That's all Killian handed me before he expects proof I've erased our kid like a bad text. I
