Emma’s POVThe forest was eerily silent, save for the heavy breathing of those around me. Marcus, Damian’s enforcer, stood tense and poised for violence, while Alexander’s unexpected arrival threw everything into uncertainty. Chloe shifted beside me, her hands subtly moving toward the small blade she carried at her waist. I could feel Ethan’s protective stance near me, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react. Alexander’s cold gaze flicked between Marcus and us. “Damian doesn’t want them dead,” he said sharply. “Not yet.” Marcus let out a low chuckle, his amusement sending chills through me. “That’s funny, because he didn’t give me any orders to keep them alive.” He rolled his shoulders, as if he was itching for a fight. “Besides, they’re already too much trouble. It’d be easier to end it now.” Ethan stepped forward slightly, positioning himself in front of me. “You should listen to Alexander, Marcus. If Damian wants us alive, you don’t want to be the one who disobeys.”
Emma’s POVDamian’s smirk lingered as if he had already won. He expected me to obey without question, to betray Chloe without hesitation. He didn’t know me at all. “I need you to prove your loyalty,” Damian continued, pacing leisurely in front of me. “Bring me Chloe.” I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Why her?” “She has something I want.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “And if I refuse?” Damian’s eyes darkened, amusement vanishing. “Then Ethan suffers.” He gestured toward Ethan, still shackled, his lip split from the last hit. “You see, Emma, I’m a reasonable man. Do as I ask, and he lives.” Ethan groaned, shifting against his restraints. “Don’t listen to him. You know this is a trap.” I did. Damian was testing me. But I couldn’t let Ethan pay the price for my defiance. I needed a way out—fast. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady. “But I need time.” Damian arched a brow. “Time?” “She won’t come willingly. I have to convince her.” He studied me for a moment
Emma’s POVThe cold night air hit me like a slap as we burst out of Damian’s estate. Shadows stretched across the vast grounds, and the moon barely offered enough light to guide our way. Our breaths came in sharp gasps, but stopping wasn’t an option. “We need a car,” Ethan said, his voice raw from exhaustion. Chloe scanned the area. “There.” She pointed toward a sleek black SUV parked near the garage. Footsteps thundered behind us. More guards. Emma grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Run.” We sprinted. Chloe reached the SUV first, yanking the driver’s side door open. She slid in, fingers flying over the dashboard in a desperate attempt to hotwire it. “Come on, come on,” she muttered. The guards were closing in. “Chloe!” I urged. A spark. The engine roared to life. “Get in!” she shouted. Ethan and I barely had time to throw ourselves into the car before she slammed her foot on the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement as we sped toward the gates. Gunfire erupted behi
Emma’s POVThe silence between us stretched long and tense. Lucas stood in the middle of the road, his expression unreadable. His dark clothes blended with the night, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—never wavered from mine. I hadn’t seen him in years. And now, here he was, standing in our way like a ghost from the past. Chloe kept her grip on the wheel, her fingers twitching. “Who is he?” I swallowed. “My brother.” Ethan’s grip on the gun tightened. “You never mentioned a brother.” Because I never thought I’d see him again. Lucas tilted his head. “Are you going to introduce me properly, Emma?” I opened my mouth, but no words came. Chloe exhaled sharply. “We don’t have time for reunions. Move.” Lucas didn’t flinch. “I can’t let you pass.” Ethan lifted his gun. “Then you’re a problem.” Lucas remained still, his gaze locked onto mine. “Emma, tell them to lower their weapons.” I hesitated. Lucas had been gone for so long. Why was he here now? And more import
Emma’s POVThe detonator at Chloe’s feet looked like it had been ripped from a war movie. Wires coiled beneath a thumb-sized button. I didn’t know whether to pick it up or kick it off the cliff.“What the hell is that supposed to do?” Chloe snapped, inching backward.Lucas didn’t blink. “It’s connected to charges I placed under the ridge days ago. If Damian’s men follow the path down, they’ll walk into a grave.”Ethan laughed coldly. “You expect us to believe you prepped this whole place… just in case?”Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Damian’s plans run deep. I’ve been one step behind him for years. I stopped trying to keep up. I started laying traps.”“You’re still on his leash,” I muttered. “You brought us here.”“I brought you here to end it.”The wind howled through the trees like it was warning us to leave. Below, the valley looked peaceful. But I could sense it—danger was close. Too close.Ethan kept the gun trained on Lucas. “You don’t get to make that call. We decide what happens next
Chloe’s POVThe sun barely broke the skyline when I woke up.The city below us was just starting to stir. Horns echoed faintly in the distance, and light from streetlamps still flickered like they hadn’t gotten the memo that it was morning.The safehouse Lucas brought us to was tucked between two old warehouses in the industrial part of the city. It looked abandoned from the outside, but inside—it was wired. Cameras, sensors, reinforced walls. Someone had spent time turning it into a fortress.Emma leaned over the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand. Her black tank top was wrinkled, her jeans from yesterday. But there was a new look in her eyes.Focused. Cold.Lucas sat across from her, tapping something into a tablet. “I pulled the data from the servers before the vault blew. Damian’s been experimenting on more people than we thought. Across three cities.”Emma didn’t flinch. “Can we trace the labs?”“Two are underground. The third?” Lucas looked up. “Right under a nightclub.”Of cou
Emma’s POVI stared at the flash drive in my hand like it was a live wire.Lucas had said it contained everything—Damian’s investors, test subjects, financial trails, even blueprints. If it was real, this was the key to ending him.But I didn’t trust it. Not yet.I turned to Lucas, who leaned against the windowsill, eyes on the skyline. “How do I know this isn’t another trick?”He didn’t flinch. “You don’t. But I gave you the truth. What you do with it is up to you.”Ethan walked in from the hall, freshly showered, shirt hanging open. “Then we verify it.”Chloe followed close behind, still drying her hair with a towel. “I know someone who can check this without triggering alerts. She’s off-grid. Lives in a converted print shop two blocks from the train station.”Lucas nodded once. “Let’s go.”I slid the flash drive into a bag and zipped it shut. “No more delays.”Chloe’s POVThe streets were loud with early city buzz. Delivery trucks. Coffee lines. A couple arguing on the corner.We m
The small apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. I stared at the eviction notice taped to the counter. Bold, unforgiving letters. Two weeks to find a miracle—or a new place to live. My heart clenched, but I refused to cry. Not after everything Cameron put me through.Cassie’s voice rang from the other end of the line, sharp with concern. “You’re not thinking about going to that party, are you?”“I am,” I replied, pulling on the heels she’d lent me months ago. They pinched, but I couldn’t let that stop me. “What else am I supposed to do, Cassie? Sit here and wallow?”“Getting drunk isn’t going to fix anything, Emma.”“No,” I said, grabbing my purse. “But it’ll shut my brain up for one night.”Cassie sighed heavily, but I didn’t wait for her response. I hung up and left. The chilly New York air wrapped around me as I stepped out, heading toward the club where my life was about to change forever.---The music was deafening, a mix of bass and lights that made my
Emma’s POVI stared at the flash drive in my hand like it was a live wire.Lucas had said it contained everything—Damian’s investors, test subjects, financial trails, even blueprints. If it was real, this was the key to ending him.But I didn’t trust it. Not yet.I turned to Lucas, who leaned against the windowsill, eyes on the skyline. “How do I know this isn’t another trick?”He didn’t flinch. “You don’t. But I gave you the truth. What you do with it is up to you.”Ethan walked in from the hall, freshly showered, shirt hanging open. “Then we verify it.”Chloe followed close behind, still drying her hair with a towel. “I know someone who can check this without triggering alerts. She’s off-grid. Lives in a converted print shop two blocks from the train station.”Lucas nodded once. “Let’s go.”I slid the flash drive into a bag and zipped it shut. “No more delays.”Chloe’s POVThe streets were loud with early city buzz. Delivery trucks. Coffee lines. A couple arguing on the corner.We m
Chloe’s POVThe sun barely broke the skyline when I woke up.The city below us was just starting to stir. Horns echoed faintly in the distance, and light from streetlamps still flickered like they hadn’t gotten the memo that it was morning.The safehouse Lucas brought us to was tucked between two old warehouses in the industrial part of the city. It looked abandoned from the outside, but inside—it was wired. Cameras, sensors, reinforced walls. Someone had spent time turning it into a fortress.Emma leaned over the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand. Her black tank top was wrinkled, her jeans from yesterday. But there was a new look in her eyes.Focused. Cold.Lucas sat across from her, tapping something into a tablet. “I pulled the data from the servers before the vault blew. Damian’s been experimenting on more people than we thought. Across three cities.”Emma didn’t flinch. “Can we trace the labs?”“Two are underground. The third?” Lucas looked up. “Right under a nightclub.”Of cou
Emma’s POVThe detonator at Chloe’s feet looked like it had been ripped from a war movie. Wires coiled beneath a thumb-sized button. I didn’t know whether to pick it up or kick it off the cliff.“What the hell is that supposed to do?” Chloe snapped, inching backward.Lucas didn’t blink. “It’s connected to charges I placed under the ridge days ago. If Damian’s men follow the path down, they’ll walk into a grave.”Ethan laughed coldly. “You expect us to believe you prepped this whole place… just in case?”Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Damian’s plans run deep. I’ve been one step behind him for years. I stopped trying to keep up. I started laying traps.”“You’re still on his leash,” I muttered. “You brought us here.”“I brought you here to end it.”The wind howled through the trees like it was warning us to leave. Below, the valley looked peaceful. But I could sense it—danger was close. Too close.Ethan kept the gun trained on Lucas. “You don’t get to make that call. We decide what happens next
Emma’s POVThe silence between us stretched long and tense. Lucas stood in the middle of the road, his expression unreadable. His dark clothes blended with the night, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—never wavered from mine. I hadn’t seen him in years. And now, here he was, standing in our way like a ghost from the past. Chloe kept her grip on the wheel, her fingers twitching. “Who is he?” I swallowed. “My brother.” Ethan’s grip on the gun tightened. “You never mentioned a brother.” Because I never thought I’d see him again. Lucas tilted his head. “Are you going to introduce me properly, Emma?” I opened my mouth, but no words came. Chloe exhaled sharply. “We don’t have time for reunions. Move.” Lucas didn’t flinch. “I can’t let you pass.” Ethan lifted his gun. “Then you’re a problem.” Lucas remained still, his gaze locked onto mine. “Emma, tell them to lower their weapons.” I hesitated. Lucas had been gone for so long. Why was he here now? And more import
Emma’s POVThe cold night air hit me like a slap as we burst out of Damian’s estate. Shadows stretched across the vast grounds, and the moon barely offered enough light to guide our way. Our breaths came in sharp gasps, but stopping wasn’t an option. “We need a car,” Ethan said, his voice raw from exhaustion. Chloe scanned the area. “There.” She pointed toward a sleek black SUV parked near the garage. Footsteps thundered behind us. More guards. Emma grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Run.” We sprinted. Chloe reached the SUV first, yanking the driver’s side door open. She slid in, fingers flying over the dashboard in a desperate attempt to hotwire it. “Come on, come on,” she muttered. The guards were closing in. “Chloe!” I urged. A spark. The engine roared to life. “Get in!” she shouted. Ethan and I barely had time to throw ourselves into the car before she slammed her foot on the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement as we sped toward the gates. Gunfire erupted behi
Emma’s POVDamian’s smirk lingered as if he had already won. He expected me to obey without question, to betray Chloe without hesitation. He didn’t know me at all. “I need you to prove your loyalty,” Damian continued, pacing leisurely in front of me. “Bring me Chloe.” I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Why her?” “She has something I want.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “And if I refuse?” Damian’s eyes darkened, amusement vanishing. “Then Ethan suffers.” He gestured toward Ethan, still shackled, his lip split from the last hit. “You see, Emma, I’m a reasonable man. Do as I ask, and he lives.” Ethan groaned, shifting against his restraints. “Don’t listen to him. You know this is a trap.” I did. Damian was testing me. But I couldn’t let Ethan pay the price for my defiance. I needed a way out—fast. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady. “But I need time.” Damian arched a brow. “Time?” “She won’t come willingly. I have to convince her.” He studied me for a moment
Emma’s POVThe forest was eerily silent, save for the heavy breathing of those around me. Marcus, Damian’s enforcer, stood tense and poised for violence, while Alexander’s unexpected arrival threw everything into uncertainty. Chloe shifted beside me, her hands subtly moving toward the small blade she carried at her waist. I could feel Ethan’s protective stance near me, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react. Alexander’s cold gaze flicked between Marcus and us. “Damian doesn’t want them dead,” he said sharply. “Not yet.” Marcus let out a low chuckle, his amusement sending chills through me. “That’s funny, because he didn’t give me any orders to keep them alive.” He rolled his shoulders, as if he was itching for a fight. “Besides, they’re already too much trouble. It’d be easier to end it now.” Ethan stepped forward slightly, positioning himself in front of me. “You should listen to Alexander, Marcus. If Damian wants us alive, you don’t want to be the one who disobeys.”
Emma’s POVThe crisp morning air stung my cheeks as I stood at the cabin’s doorstep, my thoughts drifting between Ethan’s warmth and the danger lurking beyond the trees. The snow was fresh, untouched, save for our own footprints from the night before. I couldn’t help but feel a shiver crawl down my spine despite the sunlight cutting through the forest canopy.Ethan stepped up behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “We’ll have to move soon,” he said, his voice steady.I nodded, forcing myself to focus. After everything Chloe revealed, it felt like the entire world was shifting under my feet. A powerful member of the council was helping Damian. The implications were terrifying. If the council itself was compromised, then nowhere was safe.Ethan pulled me close, his lips brushing against my temple. “We’ll figure it out.”Chloe joined us on the porch, her expression as tense as mine. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, crossing her arms. “We need more than just a plan to confron
Emma’s POVThe morning was calm, but my mind wasn’t. Bright sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting every corner of the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring out into the woods beyond the cabin. Snow glistened under the sun, making the entire landscape look peaceful. It was the kind of scene you’d expect in a painting, but peace was the last thing I felt. Behind me, Ethan stirred. The bed creaked as he shifted, his warm hand brushing my back. “Why are you up so early?” he asked, his voice low and husky from sleep. “I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, my voice soft. He sat up, leaning against the headboard. “What’s on your mind?” “Damian,” I said honestly. “And whoever’s helping him.” Ethan sighed heavily. “We’ll handle it.” “How can you be so sure?” I turned to face him, needing answers. “He’s out there, plotting, and we don’t even know who else is involved. Chloe said someone in the council might be behind this. That’s big, Ethan.” “I know,” he said calmly,