Naomi's POV

The Montego Tower stood taller than I remembered-sharp, silver, soulless. A glass monument to power built on secrets and blood.

My reflection in the polished marble floor made me look confident-heels clicking, shoulders square-but inside, my heart pounded. Every step toward the private elevator felt like walking a tightrope over an abyss, whispers followed me like perfume.

She's back.

She's alive.

She's not supposed to be here.

I pressed the access key, and the doors slid ...