Aurora's POV
"Stop the car." Sebastian glances at me. "We're ten minutes away." "I said, 'Stop.'" He does not argue. The car pulls to the side of the road.
Nadia leans forward. "What's wrong?" Nothing, everything. I press my hands flat against my thighs and stare at the dashboard. "We're doing exactly what they want," I say.
Sebastian says nothing. Good.
Because I need to think.
Every move tonight has been dictated by someone else. The messenger. Vincent. Catherine. Damien. Every text. Every revelation. Every perfectly timed bomb dropped at exactly the right moment to push us forward.
And we keep going, like obedient pieces on a board we did not build.
"Who benefits from us showing up at Vincent's house right now?" I ask.
Sebastian's hands rest on the wheel. He is quiet for a momen
