Victor’s pov
The car hummed against the dark highway, eating miles like they were running from something worse than ghosts. And maybe we were.
I caught Raven's eyes in the rearview mirror. Something had changed in him since Tiara mentioned the basement. His jaw was tight, hands clenched into fists he wasn't even aware of making.
"We need to stash her somewhere safe," I said, breaking the silence. Meant Tiara.
Raven didn't look up. "The safe house in Millbrook."
I knew that place. Three acres, concrete walls, guards who didn't ask questions. Perfect.
I made the call quietly, watching the shadows rush past our windows. Mike answered on the second ring. Ex-military. Trusted.
"Package incoming," I said. "High priority. Full protection."
Mike grunted. "Got it."
Tiara leaned forward, he
