Elin's POV

The car rolls toward the gate, afternoon sun cutting through the windshield in sharp slices.

"Thank you for the meeting, Miss Chen." The driver—one of the Raven Pack consultants—keeps his eyes forward. "Your insights on the supply chain restructure were invaluable."

I nod absently, half-listening. The alias still feels foreign in my mouth. Chen Yue. Simple. Forgettable. Everything Elin Morgan can't be anymore.

We're about to turn onto the main road when headlights flash in my ...