Six months passed without anyone trying to kill us.
I did not trust it.
My belly swelled with life while I waited for the other shoe to drop. Every unknown car made me reach for a weapon. Every strange phone call sent my heart racing. But nothing happened.
The clubs rebuilt. Albert proved to be a better president than anyone expected—fair but firm, strategic but honorable. The Reapers under Hammer's leadership found stability. The alliance held.
And I tried to pretend I was not terrified every single day.
"You are doing it again," Sienna said, watching me check the locks on the clubhouse doors for the third time that hour.
"Doing what?"
"Waiting for disaster. Eva, it has been six months. Maybe it is actually over."
"Nothing is ever over. Not in this world." I turned from the door.
