đ Chapter 6: A Fire in Her Blood
The video played on repeat in Lenaâs mind.
âYou canât trust anyone. Not even the ones who say they love you.â
Her fatherâs voice had never sounded so certain. Or so final.
Jay sat across the room, staring at the files still open on the laptop, but Lena barely saw him. She was staring at a wall that wasnât there â lost in a memory she didnât ask to relive.
âWhat if youâre wrong?â she asked suddenly.
Jay looked up. âAbout what?â
âMy father. What if he was wrong about you?â
Jay didnât answer right away. He closed the laptop, the hum cutting off like a severed thread.
âI ask myself that every day,â he said. âIf I couldâve done more. If walking away really protected you⊠or just gave them the space, they needed to kill him.â
Lena turned her face away. Her throat ached.
âHe said not to trust anyone. Not even the ones who say they love me,â she whispered.
Jay stood slow and careful, like approaching a frightened animal.
âI never said I loved you,â he said.
She looked at him then â sharply.
He stepped closer.
âBut maybe I shouldâve.â
The silence between them stretched, then broke with the shrill sound of a phone ringing.
Jay grabbed a burner from his bag. Unknown number.
He answered without a word.
A voice crackled on the other end.
âShe knows. And sheâs not safe anymore.â
Jay froze.
Lena stood. âWho was that?â
He met her eyes. âSomeone on the inside. Your father's contact. But theyâre running now, too. Someoneâs cleaning house.â
A chill crept over her skin. âThen we need to move.â
He nodded. âTonight.â
As they packed, Lena shoved the drive deep into her boot.
The time for doubt was gone.
Now it was war.