The black SUV moved swiftly down the dark, winding road.
Lucas Reyes sat in the back seat, his jaw clenched, his side burning where the bullet had grazed him.
He was alive, but the game was far from over.
In the driver’s seat, Catherine Calloway navigated the road with calm precision, her expression unreadable.
And beside him?
Isla.
The woman who had shot him to save him.
The woman who had risked everything to fool her father.
But now?
Now, she sat rigid and silent, staring out the window as if she wasn’t sure whether she had just saved Lucas—or signed both of their death warrants.
Lucas’s green eyes flickered to her, taking in the way her hands trembled slightly before she curled them into fists.
"You okay, Calloway?" he murmured.
Her jaw tightened.
She didn’t look at him.
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