The unmarked vehicle sped through the underbelly of Obsidian Bay, leaving the chaos of the detonated gala behind. Seraphina sat rigid in the silence, processing Zaire’s final chilling demand. “Ask your husband who he really is.” The question was a scalpel, slicing through the carefully constructed reality of the last five years.
“Stop the car,” Seraphina commanded, her voice regaining its executive steel. “I am not an asset to be moved, and I demand clarification. Kaelen and I just risked our lives to expose the Holt-Marlowe conspiracy. He is The Architect. He is the man who saved me. What possible lie could he be hiding that is greater than the truth we just fought for?”
Zaire did not stop. He maintained his smooth, focused d
