Isla Calloway had crossed the line.
There was no going back now.
She, Lucas, and Catherine were officially at war with the most dangerous man in the country.
Her father.
And she intended to win.
The safe house was dimly lit, the air thick with the weight of their decision. Isla stood near the table, arms crossed, her eyes locked on the tablet still playing the video that could destroy the Kingmaker’s empire.
Lucas sat beside her, his wound still healing, but his mind already working ahead.
And across from them, Catherine Calloway watched them both with quiet amusement.
"You do realize," Catherine murmured, breaking the silence, "that once we make this move, we’re all targets?"
Isla didn’t hesitate.
"We already are."
Lucas smirked, tilting his head toward Isla.
"She’s got a poin
