Chapter 71

The pale light of dawn began to chase away the night’s darkness from the window of the luxurious apartment. Inside the room, Evelina was still awake. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, eyes sharp as she traced every digital trail that might lead back to her former identity—Olivia Grace.

Wraith, the only person who knew who she really was, never gave warnings lightly. If he said someone was digging into medical data about facial reconstruction, the threat was real.

“Who could be close enough… and suspicious enough to investigate this?” she murmured.

A rustle from the bed made her turn her head. Hunter began to stir, his face pale, cold sweat dampening his forehead. He was muttering in his sleep, calling Olivia’s name again.

“...Olivia...don’t go…”

Evelina stared at him silently. That voice once meant the world to her. But that world had burned to ash, leaving behind only scars and ruin.

She took a deep breath. It wasn’t time to drown in memories. There was something more important n