Lucien's POV
I'd laid her life bare on my desk, but the more I uncovered, the less I understood her.
Photographs were scattered across the surface—different years, different places, but always the same woman.
Ravenna was in a school uniform, her hair tied back, with a hesitant smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Another photo from her university years showed her standing beside a group of students in white coats, her gaze turned slightly away from the lens. Then came the later ones—the life she'd hidden. Grainy surveillance shots of her slipping into places she shouldn't be, city streets, and blurred crowds. In every picture, she was there but never truly there. A shadow wearing too many faces. Always moving. Always hiding behind surfaces.
As she said, she was a phantom w
