Luna drove through the empty Boston streets in silence, her enhanced senses picking up every heartbeat in the sleeping city while her mind struggled to process the magnitude of what she'd learned. The rental car—acquired with cash and false identification that Victor had provided—moved through the darkness like a ghost, its passenger lost in thoughts that threatened to tear her apart from the inside.
She pulled into a 24-hour diner on the outskirts of the city, the kind of place where truckers and insomniacs sought solace in fluorescent light and bitter coffee. The few patrons glanced up as she entered, their human instincts picking up something different about her without being able to identify what it was.
Luna chose a corner booth, ordered coffee she had no intention of drinking, and
