“Run all you want, Solene. I’ll always find you.”

The voice wasn’t Lucien’s.

It was sharper. Colder. Wrapped in the cruel amusement only one ghost could carry.

Rafael.

Solene froze in the alley where she had vanished after leaving the compound. Her hands were still trembling from shoving Lucien away, from hearing the confession she couldn’t forgive. The air stank of smoke and wet stone, and for a split second she thought she was hallucinating. But then shadows peeled back.

And ...