Devil was lounging back on the worn leather chair in the Highway Demons’ war room, cigarette smoke curling above him, when his phone buzzed with the kind of urgency only his men dared to use. He didn’t even glance at the name before answering.
“Talk.” His gravel-edged voice carried the weight of command.
“Boss…” the man hesitated, then pressed on. “We found her current activities. Haru. Or—she’s going by Hana now.”
Devil’s body went rigid, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “Where?”
“She’s in the next state. Living quiet, renting a small place. Uh…” The man paused, as if unsure if he should continue. “She was seen at a clinic earlier today. Prenatal checkup. She’s… alone. Don't worry, Boss.”
The world slowed for Devil. The silence that followed stretched until it felt suffoc
