The door slammed behind her.
Elira stood in her apartment’s dark hallway, every light off, except the one glowing from her son’s room.
He was humming softly, playing with his toy cars.
Completely unaware the world outside had turned into a battlefield.
Her knees buckled.
She collapsed on the couch, her hands trembling—not from fear, not even from rage. From the truth.
The truth she’d uncovered about Celine.
The truth she hadn’t told Soren.
Not yet.
He had no idea his brother—the devil wrapped in designer suits—was watching their every move.
Or that this time, it wasn’t just reputations on the line.
It was blood.
And bodies.
The next day…
Elira met Soren in the most neutral place she could think of.
An abandoned greenhouse.
It had once been a sanctuary. Her mother’s.
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