Mikhail felt the weight of those words press down on him, heavy like an invisible force wrapping around his chest.
“They’ll come for you.”
The warning lingered in the air, thick with a sense of inevitability. There was no question about what Celine meant—Vivian wasn’t working alone. There were others. Others who knew what had happened. Others who had been waiting for them to remember.
Makayla’s breathing had turned shallow, and when Mikhail glanced at her, he could see the flicker of emotions battling for dominance in her expression. Disbelief. Fear. Anger.
And buried beneath all of it, something else.
Guilt.
Makayla shook her head, swallowing hard. “How many?”
Celine was quiet for a long moment, her gaze unreadable. Then, finally, she said, “Enough.”
The single word sent a chill r
