POV: Ava Lane & Killian Voss
Ava Lane
The press was gone.
The cameras, the noise, the chaos—it all vanished by sunset.
Lucia was in handcuffs now. Arrested. Exposed.
But inside me, the weight hadn’t left.
Even though the war was over, a strange kind of silence had taken its place.
We rode back to the penthouse in silence. Killian didn’t reach for my hand, and I didn’t push.
I knew he wasn’t pulling away. He was protecting himself the only way he knew how.
Killian Voss
She was gone.
Lucia.
My sister by blood… my enemy by choice.
I stood by the window of our penthouse, watching the lights flicker across the skyline. Behind me, Ava moved quietly, placing her bag on the couch, then walking barefoot toward the bedroom.
I heard her stop.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said softly,
