Sebastian didn’t speak as he drove.
The car sliced through the rain in tense silence, every turn of the wheel too sharp, every breath too shallow.
Amara sat in the passenger seat, her fingers wrapped tightly around the new flash drive Veronica had left for her — For Amara.
She didn’t tell him she’d spoken to Veronica. Not yet.
Not until she was sure what was real.
The mansion’s lights glowed like distant fire when they pulled up. Celine was waiting at the door, her eyes dark with worry. “Where have you been?” she hissed. “Celeste is making her move. She leaked a file to the press — Eduardo’s name, the clinic, everything.”
Amara froze. “What?”
Celine nodded grimly. “But that’s not all. She’s framing Sebastian. The story says he revived the Lazarus experiments under a new identity.”
