Alina’s POV
And then came the first sign that my instincts were correct: a photo arrived on an encrypted channel. It was from a source I didn’t yet trust.
It showed Lila leaving a corporate building downtown, carrying a small package. She hadn’t seen the camera or maybe she had.
But the timestamp placed her near one of Estelle’s old safe houses.
I felt the pulse of danger tighten.
Leo awoke just as the rain began to fall outside. I tucked him into the car seat of our rented vehicle. The storm blurred streetlights, masking our movements.
Every turn I made was deliberate. I wasn’t fleeing yet not until I understood where the threat truly lay.
The city’s pulse thrummed around us. Neon reflections shimmered on the wet asphalt, distorted by windscreen wipers.
I thought about Sebastia
