Scarlett’s POV
The next morning, the storm finally broke.
Rain slammed against the windows, turning the city into a blur of silver and shadow. I stood by the glass, watching the world wash itself clean, wondering if people ever really could.
Damien was on the phone, voice low, words clipped. “She’s not answering?”
He listened a moment, jaw tightening. “Then find her.”
When he hung up, I didn’t ask who. I already knew.
Maria was gone.
Her guards said she’d left before dawn. No driver, no note, no destination.
I turned from the window. “She’s running.”
“Or she’s finishing something,” Damien said grimly.
The words sent a chill through me. I thought about the photo, the video, the fear in her eyes when I’d confronted her. She hadn’t looked guilty she’d looked cornered.
“What if Kade
