The storm broke before dawn, lashing hard against the Torres estate as if it too were searching, demanding, hungry for answers.
Catalina stood on the balcony, silent, unmoving, her eyes tracing every lightning c***k across the Caribbean skyline. Somewhere out there, Gabriel was lost. Her pulse thrummed with the kind of dread that felt carved into bone.
Inside, the mansion had gone silent after hours of chaos. But down below, in a chamber where Lucien kept encrypted surveillance feeds and Isa worked like a ghost in the glow of a dozen monitors, secrets stirred.
“I found something,” Isa whispered from across the dim-lit chamber, her voice not loud, but sharp enough to pierce the haze. Catalina stepped in, her robe trailing, soaked from rain she hadn’t even realized she walked through. Her
