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CASPIANStevens was shaking by the time we were done with him. Duke shoved him out of the back seat without ceremony, dumping him on the sidewalk a few doors down from his house. He stumbled, caught himself, and shot me one terrified look before sprinting for his front porch like the devil was on his heels.He was a good actor. No one would suspect he hadn't been scared shitless. “Do you think he’ll talk?” Duke asked, leaning an elbow on the window frame as I slid back into the front seat. “What if he's lying?” “No,” I said flatly, watching Stevens disappear inside his house. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. Besides, he was scared. Scared and worried.”Duke grunted, a low sound that might’ve been approval. Markus started the engine, and we pulled away without looking back.Stevens had given us enough. There was Rowan’s meeting in three days, the trafficking truth, the fact he’d been digging into him for years. By the time I got home, Aria was waiting in the kitchen with he
CASPIAN“Stevens,” I said evenly, “We need to meet. You can tell me that when we do.”“No. I told you, I can’t.”“You can,” I corrected. “And you will. We’ll make it look natural. No one will know, and if there’s someone watching, they won't think twice.”“Not a chance,” he said, almost frantic now. “You don’t get it. If I meet you and they even think I might be talking to you, I'm dead. Rowan will hurt me anyway he can find.” “I don’t care what Rowan will do. Do you want this to be over? Do you want to stop looking over your shoulders forever? Then you need me.” I could almost hear Stevens thinking. I could hear the rattle or his panicked breathing as he tried to bring it under control. “Stevens, you already answered my call. Do you think if Rowan’s watching, that didn’t already put a target on your back? At least this way, we get ahead of it.”“Fuck!” There was a muffled string of curses, then I heard a door slam, a rush of water in the background and he muttered. “Fine.”I exhal
CASPIANIvan looked like hell.Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, his wrists raw where the rope was tied into his skin. The confident man who got off from hurting anyone weaker than him was gone. This Ivan was jittery, shaking, jumping at every word and sound, his jaw clenched impotently tight. He looked like he hadn't had the strength to sleep in days. I stood in front of him, my brows raised, a scalpel in my hand.m, blood dripping from the edge. Ivan was crying, spit trailing from the corner of his lips, his left eyes swollen shut. Duke leaned against the wall beside us. “Where are they?” I asked, leaning forward with the scalpel an inch from Ivan’s skin. He jerked forward, his eyes snapping to meet mine like he'd just woken from sleep, or been electrocuted out of his senses. “Where are who?”“The girls,” I said, lowering my voice. “The ones that are vanishing. What do you know about them?”His eyes widened and he pulled away from the ties holding him to the chair, w
ARIA I told him everything once I was calm enough. By then, I felt safe, and I needed him to know. Caspian leaned back against the headboard, one hand resting on my leg while I sat cross-legged in front of him. II told him about the call with Stevens. I told him how Stevens had been scared out of his mind every time he'd said Rowan's name. How terrified he had been, as though someone was watching his back and he was scared for his very life. Caspian didn't interrupt me even once. He never does when he knows I have thing to get off my chest. His thumb pressed lightly against my knees every now and then as though to remind me he was right there's beside me “I don’t understand it,” I admitted. “Yes, Rowan threatened him, but I’ve heard men sound scared before, Caspian. This wasn’t just fear. I think Stevens has been hurt, either that or he knows there's something worse waiting to happen if he doesn't stop.”Caspian’s jaw tightened. “You don't have to worry, I'll find him.”“Caspi
ARIACaspian was home.The sight of him sitting on the couch, jacket tossed carelessly over the armrest, nearly undid me. His head snapped up when I shut the door, eyes scanning me like he was bracing for bad news.I didn’t say a word. I crossed the room and threw my arms around him, burying myself in his chest before he could ask.“Aria?” His voice was rough with surprise. His arms came around me instantly, locking me in place. “What’s wrong?”I didn’t answer. I just held him tighter like if I let go, reality would come crashing down on me. My heart was racing, and I felt stupid for shaking when Caspian felt so solid the way he always did. He eased back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Talk to me.”“I just…” My throat was tight. “I needed to see you.”His eyes softened. He didn’t press. Caspian stood, sliding his hand into mine, and led me down the hall without a word. The bedroom felt quieter than the rest of the house, a bubble of calm that wrapped around us the second he shut
ARIA Stevens breathing became ragged, as though he was trying not to break into tears. And that scared me more than anything. A slap in public was one thing, but had Rowan sent someone to Stevens house? Was he even in this moment still in danger? “Stevens,” I said again. “Did he hurt you?” “No.” Stevens murmured, but his voice was so low that I barely heard it. “Then what happened?” I pressed gently, because I knew if I pushed too hard, he’d shut down. I could already feel it. He laughed. “It doesn’t have to be physical to hurt, Aria. You think it’s just fists and guns with him? No. He’s smarter than that. He doesn’t get his hands dirty if he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t… he doesn’t leave bruises if he doesn't want to.” A chill ran up my arms, because that was exactly the truth. Rowan's words could hurt as bad as his fists, and then sometimes, he sent his goons after you and that was even worse. Stevens exhaled shakily. “The night he called me about my daughter’s dance class…