Liana’s POV

The city burns behind me in headlines and sirens. Every channel, every feed, every whisper carries Dominic’s name and mine beside it.

Z-Core collapsing in public view, Stanley in hiding, regulators circling like vultures. I don’t wait for explanations. I don’t pack carefully. I just run.

Camilla drives. Her hands are tight on the wheel, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the empty stretch of highway that cuts through the rain-dark countryside.

We haven’t spoken much since we ...