ARIA

The day after the estate distribution, I wake up feeling hollowed out.

My family has their money. Torres is still out there. And I'm trapped in this penthouse, waiting for a threat that could come from anywhere, at any time.

Dante is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and tense.

"I don't care what it takes, Viktor. Find him."

He ends the call and turns to me, his expression softening slightly when he sees ...