Serena’s POV
My heart leapt, hoping it was Mia, back to talk, to let me hold her like when we were kids, to forgive me for being this broken shell of her sister. My fingers brushed the knob, a half-smile forming.
Then I swung the door open, and my smile shattered.
Victor Crane stood in the doorway, his lean frame clad in a suit too sharp for this decaying apartment. His eyes, cold and dangerous, lock into mine, freezing my blood. Behind him, two hulking men in black. His enforcers, not guards, loomed like wolves circling prey. I tried to slam the door, but Victor shoved it wide, forcing his way inside.
I stumbled back, my heart hammering so hard I could collapse right now. “Serena,” he drawled slowly, his voice smooth but laced with danger. “You’ve been dodging my calls. Running from m
