Sirens screamed behind them as Dominic weaved the black SUV through empty backstreets, tires screeching on wet asphalt. Serena sat beside him, shaking, her hands still tingling from the static of whatever spell had detonated in the hospital.
It wasn’t just a warning.
It was a heist.
They didn’t want to kill her.
They wanted to erase the evidence.
And they had succeeded.
The files she’d seen sealed adoption records, supernatural blood screenings, hints at experimental bonding magic they were all gone now. Burned. Destroyed. Another lead vanished in the smoke.
“Dom, they knew we were coming,” Serena said, her voice flat with exhaustion. “They planned this.”
“I know.” His jaw was clenched so tight she could hear his teeth grinding. “The fire was controlled. Precision work. Vampire spe
