The night air carried the kind of quiet that makes the heart uneasy too still, too fragile. The city lights below flickered like dying embers, and Amelia stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of Alexander’s penthouse, staring down at them as though they held answers.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, not tonight. She was supposed to be miles away, hidden and safe. But there was no safety anymore not when Damien’s reach stretched into every shadow they thought they controlled.

Behind her, ...