Elira didn’t sleep.
Not because of fear—but because clarity had finally cracked through the fog.
She wasn’t just a woman who’d been broken. She was a mother. A fighter. And someone was about to learn what happened when you threatened the wrong woman’s child.
At dawn, she stood by the nursery window, arms folded. The city glowed below her like fire.
Damien appeared behind her, his voice low. “There’s more.”
She didn’t flinch. “Tell me.”
“She’s working with Soren.”
Now she turned. “What?”
“They met three times this month. We traced the surveillance. They were planning something before Livia showed up.”
Elira’s jaw clenched. “He held me when I was bleeding out on his floors. He helped me raise her.”
Damien’s eyes hardened. “Maybe that’s how he got so close.”
Her mind reeled. “You t
