Alana Moreau sat in her dimly lit bedroom, the weight of too many secrets pressing against her chest like a heavy chain. The city outside was alive—horns blaring, sirens wailing in the distance—but inside these walls, there was nothing but silence and the lingering scent of gunpowder from Victor’s earlier visit.
She sighed, running a hand through her damp hair. Victor had come for answers, gun in hand, rage simmering beneath his carefully crafted mask. He had wanted to know everything, but she had given him only what she could afford to—half-truths laced with just enough mystery to keep him from pulling the trigger.
But now, as she sat alone, the real weight of what she knew gnawed at her.
Sophia had been on the brink of something dangerous, something bigger than she had realized. She w
