Scarlett’s muscles still burned from the previous night’s drills, but she didn’t let it show. Ronan’s training was relentless, as though he was shaping her for something far more dangerous than defending herself. The sun was barely rising over the Hawthorne estate, casting long shadows across the courtyard, when her phone buzzed on the bench beside her. Only a handful of people dared call her this early.
Daniel.
She swiped at the screen.
“You’re up early,” she said, already sensing something was wrong from the quiet in his voice.
“I’ve been up all night,” he admitted. And so should you. We’ve got… movement.”
The word alone made her spine straighten. Movement meant trouble.
“What kind?” she asked.
“Mercer is kind. Their cars have been spotted circling the outer perimeter of the east
