The car sliced through the Manhattan streets like a blade in the dark.
Every turn felt familiar. Every block held echoes. Elena sat stiffly in the back seat beside Killian, her heart pounding as the city she once loved became a stage set for a man who had stolen everything from her.
Victor.
He was here. Not hiding in shadows anymore but daring them to find him.
To chase him.
Killian’s voice was low and controlled as he spoke into the comms. “Dante, give me a perimeter report.”
“North entrance has motion sensors triggered five minutes ago. No visible agents, but thermal picked up two heat signatures near the building’s back alley. Could be a trap—or a message.”
“Either way, we finish this,” Killian said.
Elena didn’t speak. Her eyes were locked on the street ahead as the car slowed, approaching the block where her family home used to be. Now it was just rubble and glass—part of the Graves real estate empire, razed under Victor’s command.
It was poetic, in a cruel way, that he’d chosen
