Isabella is gone when Aria wakes up.

No goodbye. No note. Just an empty room and tire tracks in the gravel driveway.

Aria stands at the kitchen window, watching the ocean. Dominic makes coffee behind her.

"She'll be back," he says.

"Will she?"

"She's family."

"So was Vincent. Until he wasn't."

"That's different."

"Is it?"

Dominic hands her a cup.

"Isabella loves us."

"Isabella loves power more."

"Maybe. But she loves us too."

"Enough to get herself killed?"

Aria sips her coffee. It tastes like ...