Xavier POV

“Every whisper leads to a war.”

The coordinates came through at 3:17 a.m.

I was in the car, engine idling, the harbor lights flickering like dying stars across the water.

Luca sat in the passenger seat, tapping through a map on his tablet, the glow painting sharp shadows across his face.

“Same source?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, staring at the message on my phone. “It was attached to the video Daphne got Zayne coughing, barely conscious. Whoever sent it knows too much to ...