LOGIN"Victor escaped."Aria's voice echoed through the empty kitchen. She stared at the phone in her hand, the message still glowing on the screen. The words blurred before her eyes as she read them again, hoping they would change.Damien crossed to her quickly. "What do you mean, escaped?""Vasquez just sent a text." She turned the phone toward him. "Victor vanished from the transport vehicle this morning. He's gone."Damien read the message. His face went pale. "He was supposed to be transferred to maximum security. How did he get away?"Aria shook her head slowly. "There was a distraction. A staged accident on the highway. When the guards got out to investigate, Victor slipped away into the chaos."Damien set the phone down slowly, his hand lingering on the screen. "He's been planning this for months. Maybe longer.""He's been planning this for years." Aria's voice cracked. "He knew we were getting close. He knew we would find the evidence. He knew everything we were doing."---The hou
The farmhouse was empty.Aria stood in the dusty living room, her footsteps echoing against the wooden floor. Sarah had driven them here, promising Victor was inside. But the rooms were bare. No furniture. No signs of occupation. Just cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and silence pressing against her ears.Damien walked through the house, his phone pressed to his ear. "Vasquez. We're at the location. He's not here."Sarah stood in the doorway, her face pale, her hands clasped together. "He was here. I swear he was here. I saw him yesterday.""Then where is he?" Aria's voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness.Sarah shook her head slowly. "He must have known we were coming. He left before we arrived. He always knows."Damien ended the call, his expression hard. "Vasquez is sending a team to search the property. We're going back to my grandmother's house. It's safer there."Aria looked at the empty house one last time. Victor had been here. She could feel his presence lingering in
Aria's phone buzzed against the wooden table.She grabbed it before the second vibration, her eyes scanning the screen. Vasquez. She answered without speaking, listening to the voice on the other end. Her expression shifted from confusion to alarm, her fingers tightening around the device.Damien set down his coffee. "What is it?"Aria lowered the phone slowly, her hand trembling. "Sarah Carter is already at the gala. She arrived an hour ago. No one knows how she got past security."Damien stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "That's impossible. Vasquez had the venue sealed. Every entrance. Every window. Every exit.""Apparently not sealed enough." Aria rose to meet him. "She's been waiting for us. She's been watching this whole time. She knew we would come."Damien pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Vasquez. We need to move the timeline. We can't let her control this.""Wait." Aria's hand covered his. "She didn't come to hurt anyone. She came to talk. If she wanted t
Damien's phone buzzed against the nightstand.He grabbed it before the second vibration, his eyes scanning the screen. Agent Vasquez. He answered without speaking, listening to the voice on the other end. His jaw tightened. His knuckles went white around the device.Aria sat up, her heart already racing. "What is it?"Damien lowered the phone slowly. "Someone tried to access the building's security system. Vasquez's team intercepted the attempt." He set the phone down, his hand lingering on it. "Victor has people inside. He knows exactly where we are."Aria swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her bare feet hit the cold floor, sending a chill through her body. "We can't stay here. Not another minute.""I already made arrangements." Damien pulled on his jacket. "Your grandmother's house. Vasquez has secured the perimeter. We leave now."---The convoy arrived within minutes.Two black SUVs, tinted windows, armed drivers. Damien ushered Aria into the second vehicle, his hand never l
Aria opened her eyes.The ceiling above her was white, but not the blinding white of Dr. Vance's office. This was softer, warmer, touched by the pale glow of morning light filtering through thin curtains. She blinked several times, trying to place where she was. The smell of lavender lingered in the air, but something else mixed with it—coffee, old paper, the faint trace of Damien's cologne that she had grown to recognize without knowing why.She was in his apartment. The hidden one. The small space with the brick wall and the single window that faced nothing but another brick wall. She had been here before, but everything looked different now. Sharper. More real."Aria."Damien's voice came from beside her. She turned her head slowly, her neck stiff from sleep. He sat in a chair pulled close to the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. His jaw was rough with stubble, as if he hadn't sha
"The journal is here," Damien said.Aria looked up from the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a cold cup of coffee she had forgotten to drink. The ceramic felt heavy against her palms. "Carter's journal?""Vasquez just dropped it off." Damien held up a worn leather notebook, its pages yellowed and swollen from years of hiding in damp floorboards. "He found it hidden in the cabin's crawl space, wrapped in plastic and sealed with tape. Carter didn't leave without leaving something behind."Aria took the journal. The leather felt soft beneath her fingers, worn smooth by years of handling and secret keeping. She could feel the weight of it, the weight of everything contained within its pages."What does it say?""I haven't read it yet." Damien sat across from her, his eyes fixed on the notebook. "I wanted to wait for you. I wanted us to face whatever's in there together."She opened the first page. Handwritten text filled the lines, neat and precise. Dates stretched across the margi
The silence after his confession lasted forever.Aria stood with her back against the door, her hand still frozen where the handle should have been. Damien hadn't moved from the center of the room. His confession hung between them like smoke—visible, suffocating, impossible to grasp.Three years.S
Victor Harrington found her in the lobby.Not by accident. Aria knew that immediately. He was standing by the security desk, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than her degree, holding two cups of coffee like an old friend waiting for a delayed train.He smiled when he saw her.Not Damien's
Aria lasted four hours before she realized something was wrong.Not with the job. The job was straightforward—emails, scheduling, a filing system so organized it felt almost obsessive. Lydia had trained her efficiently, answered every question, and disappeared exactly when Aria stopped needing her.
The car stopped in front of a building Aria didn't recognize.Not a home. Not yet. The sign above the entrance read Blackwood Enterprises in letters that caught the morning light like they were carved from something precious. She had never seen this place before. She had never heard this name befor







