POV: Dorian
I locked the studio at nine and
turned off the front lights and left only the lamp works on in the back room. Then I pulled the curtain across and sat down and went through everything I knew about Seraphina's next move.
The journalist was already a problem and Lena had handed Cassian exactly the tool he needed. By now the story was circulating in at least all over the internet. It was only a matter of time before it reached the right person inside Vantage and confirmed what they already suspected and that I was living under a name and a life that had nothing to do with who I used to be.
Seraphina had forty-eight hours on her original offer and twenty-two of those hours were already gone.
I heard the back door. I had given Isabelle a key three weeks ago and she used it now
