ADRIAN
The moment Tobias confirmed the number was untraceable, something cold settled in my chest. Not fear. Not uncertainty. Something sharper. Something that told me the game had changed.
Daniel was emotional, reckless, and naïve — but he wasn’t capable of this.
Whoever sent those messages knew how to cover their tracks.
Whoever carved TOMORROW into the Romano door wasn’t a jealous ex.
This was someone else.
Isabella sat beside me, her fingers trembling against her thigh. She tried to hide it, but I saw everything. Every breath. Every flicker of fear. Every attempt to stay composed.
I reached for her hand. “We’re leaving the city.”
She looked up, startled. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“A safehouse.”
She swallowed. “Your family—”
“Will be told what they need to know.”
“And mine?”
