The safehouse was engulfed in flames.
As Sienna, Jack, Lulu, and Tasha reached the hill that overlooked Lyon, they saw the old bookstore’s roof consumed by fire. Sirens echoed in the distance—too late to help, or perhaps deliberately ignored.
“They set it ablaze,” Lulu murmured, her binoculars focused on the inferno. “No doubt about it. This wasn’t random.”
Tasha affirmed this, monitoring a feed from a hacked city surveillance drone. “No evidence of firefighting inside. And no bodies. They weren’t trying to kill—they aimed to erase.”
Jack surveyed the street with a somber expression. “They knew our location before we did. Trevor completely sold us out.”
“And he was aware of this one,” Sienna remarked, her tone icy and low.
Lulu lowered her binoculars. “We need to vanish. Or retaliate
