The night air wrapped around Erica like a cool embrace, sharp and refreshing against her skin. She stood on the balcony, her arms wrapped around herself, looking out over the city that never slept. The skyline was a twinkling sea of lights, but it felt distant, as though it existed in another world—one where life was simpler, and her days weren't haunted by the weight of her past and her father’s legacy.Her mind swirled with thoughts of everything that had transpired over the past few weeks: the list of enemies, the documents her mother had left behind, the twisted games Ophelia played. And Julian—Julian, whose presence had come to mean so much to her, and yet whose secrets were still a chasm between them. The tension in her chest was suffocating.She pressed her fingers against the railing, grounding herself as her thoughts churned. There were times she wasn’t sure where her father's legacy ended, and her own life began. A storm was brewing, and she was right at its center.The soft
The first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow on the bedroom walls. Erica lay in Julian’s arms, her head resting on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. It was a quiet, almost surreal moment in contrast to the chaos that surrounded their lives. She hadn’t expected things to unfold this way—not between them, not this quickly—but after everything, there was a strange sense of peace in the vulnerability they had just shared.But peace, she knew, was fleeting.Julian stirred beneath her, his hand gently brushing the hair away from her face. "You awake?" His voice was a low murmur, heavy with sleep but laced with that ever-present edge of awareness."Yeah," Erica replied softly, her fingers tracing the faint scars on his arm. Each one told a story, though Julian rarely spoke of them. She had always wondered about the life he’d lived before all this—before her, before their entanglement in her family’s dark legacy. Now, more than ever, she
The air was thick with tension, the crack of gunfire splitting the silence in sharp intervals. Erica's heart hammered in her chest as she and Julian moved swiftly through the narrow corridors of the safe house. Each step felt like a race against time, a desperate scramble to reach safety before Ophelia's people closed in completely.Julian glanced at her, his eyes narrowed, jaw set in hard determination. "Keep low," he muttered, barely above a whisper, as another bullet ricocheted off the wall behind them. Erica ducked instinctively, her breath catching in her throat.They reached the end of the hallway, Julian leading the way toward the rear of the house where the exit should be. But as he pushed open the door leading to the back, they were greeted by the sight of two men, armed and ready, blocking their path."Damn it," Julian hissed under his breath, shoving Erica behind him as he raised his gun. He fired off two shots in quick succession, taking out the first man before he even ha
The safe house Julian had spoken of wasn’t far, tucked away in the quieter part of the city, hidden in plain sight. It was an unassuming apartment, the kind that wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention, with faded brick walls and an old iron door that looked like it hadn’t been used in years.As Erica parked the car in a discreet spot a few blocks away, the hum of the engine fading into the background, she stole a glance at Julian. His face was pale, and though he hadn’t made a sound of complaint during the drive, she could tell the pain was catching up to him. His jaw was clenched tight, the kind of expression someone wore when they were trying to focus on anything but the wound slowly sapping their strength.“You’re not fooling anyone,” she said, her voice soft but firm. She stepped out of the car, moving around to help him. "You can stop pretending you're invincible."Julian managed a weak smile as she looped her arm around his, steadying him as they made their way toward the building. “
The sun barely peeked through the drawn curtains when Erica awoke. She had tossed and turned most of the night, haunted by her own racing thoughts. She glanced toward the couch where Julian was still asleep, his arm draped lazily over the edge, the faint rise and fall of his chest indicating the slow rhythm of deep sleep.The tension from the previous night was still thick in the air. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, the weight of unsaid words and things left unresolved. Erica pulled herself up from the bed, careful not to make too much noise. She needed a moment to clear her head, to refocus on why they were here. She couldn’t afford to be distracted, especially not now when everything was about to come to a head.Her father’s list, the documents that had been left behind—they were more than just a key to unlocking the truth about Ophelia’s schemes. They were a direct connection to everything her father had tried to shield her from. And now, they were becoming a weapon sh
The kiss lingered in Erica's mind long after they parted. Her fingers still tingled from where they had gripped Julian’s shirt, and her lips felt swollen from the way they had pressed against his. But reality came crashing back when she remembered their mission. The sweetness of the moment faded as the gravity of their situation sank in once more.Julian stood near the window, his back to her, his shoulders tense with the weight of what lay ahead. He was already in that mindset, preparing for the next phase. Erica forced herself to refocus, to push aside the feelings stirring inside her."We need to move soon," Julian said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but there was an underlying urgency that made her stomach twist. "Ophelia’s been making moves. My sources say she’s sent people to track us down."Erica frowned, crossing her arms as she considered their options. “Do you think she knows about the list?”Julian turned to face her, his jaw tight. "I’m not sure. But she’s too
The air in the room was thick with tension as Braxton’s smirk taunted Erica from across the dimly lit space. He stood up slowly, his tall frame casting a shadow on the wall, his eyes cold and calculating. His fingers tapped on the edge of the table, a deliberate move that signaled he wasn’t fazed by Julian’s gun or the intrusion."So, you’ve finally decided to confront me," Braxton drawled, his tone mocking. "Tell me, Erica. What exactly do you think you’re going to accomplish here?"Julian’s gun was trained on him, but it was clear from the way Braxton stood that he wasn’t easily intimidated. Erica’s instincts told her this wouldn’t end with a simple conversation. She had learned to read these situations long ago, her father’s mercenaries drilling it into her: when a fight was inevitable, be ready before your opponent even realizes it’s begun."We don’t have time for games," Julian said, his voice sharp. "Tell us what you know about Ophelia’s plans and the connection to Erica’s fathe
The cool night air felt like a sudden release from the tension inside the room. Erica’s heart was still pounding from the confrontation with Braxton, the rush of adrenaline not quite fading as she and Julian stepped out of the warehouse. Her breath was steady, but her mind raced with the implications of what they had just learned. The vault her father had left behind—it was the key to everything. And now, they were closer than ever.Julian walked beside her, his gaze steady and unreadable. He had seen her fight before, but tonight had been different. The way she had taken control of the situation, disarming Braxton and demanding answers, had surprised even him. He had always known she was strong, but seeing her in action, the precision of her movements, the unflinching determination in her eyes—it was a reminder that she wasn’t someone who needed protection. She was his equal, if not more.As they reached the car, Julian paused, turning to face her. The street was quiet, a stark contr