The sky had begun to bleed hues of gold and crimson as Knox stood outside the penthouse balcony, staring over the city that never truly slept.
He couldn’t stop replaying Volkov’s words in his head.
> “She’s a threat now.”
“There’s a target on her back.”
“If you care about her… keep her away.”
Knox didn’t care for warnings. He cared about Aria.
And he knew exactly where she was headed.
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Meanwhile, Aria drove through the city, the borrowed car rattling with age as it weaved through traffic. She couldn’t afford a car of her own — not with the life she’d led, not with her father cutting her off and selling her future like it was nothing more than a bargaining chip.
But none of that mattered now.
Her mother’s hidden safety deposit box had unveiled the truth — documents that link
