The silence after Rowan’s arrest was heavy—almost suffocating. The media frenzy quieted, but inside Elowen, the storm was just beginning.
Celeste’s name haunted her thoughts.
Landon’s warning echoed again and again: She’s his trap.
Elowen knew what that meant.
Celeste was coming back.
Not as a daughter seeking forgiveness. Not as a woman haunted by the past. But as a weapon.
The first sign was a message.
No sender.
No signature.
Just a photo of Rhea, smiling brightly—at a café in Paris.
Elowen’s breath caught.
Paris was where Rhea had gone to find herself.
Where she’d tried to live far from the ghosts.
Where Elowen thought she was safe.
But Rowan’s reach had no borders.
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Elijah paced the room when Elowen showed him the photo.
“We need to get her home,” he said firmly. “No
