The city lights streaked past the window, but Elena barely saw them. Victor’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind.
He knows about Ethan.
Lucas gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Then we move fast. If he can track you, he can reach you.”
“He won’t touch my son,” Elena said sharply. “I won’t allow it.”
Lucas glanced at her. “Then tell Adrian.”
Silence followed.
Adrian.
The name still carried too much—love, anger, unfinished history.
“I don’t know if telling him will protect Ethan… or expose him,” Elena admitted.
Lucas exhaled. “Keeping secrets hasn’t worked so far.”
Elena stared out at the skyline. Three years ago, she had walked these streets broken. Now she had power—but power meant nothing if her son was at risk.
“Set up a meeting,” she said finally. “Tomorrow.”
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Adria
