Maya's POV
I looked at the message.
Then at Gabriella.
"Your father," I said.
Her face went still. "He knows I'm here."
"The two hours," Luca said. "He gave you two hours and then had you followed."
Gabriella looked at the door. The particular look of someone calculating exits.
"Don't," I said.
She looked at me.
"Running makes it worse," I said. "You know that."
She held my gaze for a moment. Then she sat back down.
Luca was already on the phone with Morrison again, voice low, adjusting the timeline. I watched him across the table and thought about how efficiently he moved when things shifted. No wasted motion. No panic. Just immediate recalibration.
I'd spent weeks watching him navigate impossible situations and the thing that stayed with me wasn't the strategy. It was the ste
