Juliette’s POV
The night was suffocating. The city’s lights outside my window blurred into a hazy glow as I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The last message from the unknown number had been burned into my mind like acid: “He is not who you think he is.” I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Dorian. Bryan. The tension between them, the way they each had a claim on me—yet neither fully admitted it. And now this shadow watching me, someone with knowledge I didn’t have… someone powerful enough to unsettle even them.
I exhaled shakily and dropped the phone onto the mattress. My hands trembled. I wasn’t a coward. I wasn’t afraid easily. But right now, fear had a grip on me like steel chains around my chest. I had to remind myself—this was my life, my job. I had a
