Chris's POVI stared at my phone for the tenth time in five minutes, fighting the urge to call Lyra. She'd left her parents' house three hours ago without saying where she was going. The second key had shaken her badly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to do something dangerous."Still no word from her?" Rhys asked, pacing around my apartment like a caged animal."Nothing," I said. "But I might have found something about Elena's network."I'd spent the morning reaching out to contacts I'd hoped never to use again. People from my smuggling days who dealt in information as much as stolen goods. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, but if it helped Lyra, it was worth it."What kind of something?" Rhys asked, stopping his pacing."Elena Martinez isn't just working alone. She's got connections to three different crime families, all of them enemies of Salvatore. This isn't just about revenge, it's about a power grab.""How do you know all this?" Rhys asked suspiciously.I
Lyra's POVThe silence in my childhood home felt different now. Everything looked the same, the worn leather couch where Dad used to read his newspapers, Mom's collection of ceramic birds on the mantle, the family photos scattered throughout the living room. But Vince's words had poisoned it all.Your parents were stealing from him. They withdrew two million dollars three days before they died.I sat at Dad's old desk in his study, staring at the locked drawer I had never opened. After twenty years, I'd finally found the key in Mom's recipe box, tucked behind her index card for chocolate chip cookies. My hands shook as I turned it in the lock."Are you sure you want to do this alone?" Rhys asked from the doorway. He'd been hovering since we got here, trying to be supportive, but his presence felt suffocating."I need to know the truth," I said, pulling the drawer open.Inside were files I'd never seen before. Bank statements from accounts I didn't recognize. Investment records showing
Lyra's POVThe envelope felt like poison in my hands. My name was written across it in handwriting I didn't recognize, but somehow it made my skin crawl. Chris and Rhys stood on either side of me, both tense and ready for whatever fresh nightmare was about to unfold."Open it," Chris said quietly. "We need to know what we're dealing with."I tore the envelope open with shaking fingers. Inside was a single photograph and a note. The photo showed Finn sleeping in his hospital bed, taken from the angle of someone standing right where we were now. The note was brief but chilling.The boy is beautiful. It would be such a shame if something happened to him. Come to the vault alone, or lose everything you love. You have two hours. - A friend"A friend," I said bitterly. "Elena's really pushing the charade, isn't she?""This isn't Elena's handwriting," Rhys said, studying the note. "I've seen her writing before. This is someone else.""Another traitor?" I asked, feeling my world spin out of c
Rhys's POVThe words echoed in my head like a death sentence. There was a man. He had a scar. He said the game is almost over.I watched Lyra cradle Finn against her chest, her face pale with terror, and something inside me snapped. Not anger, I'd burned through that emotion weeks ago. This was pure, desperate fear. Fear that I was losing everything that mattered, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it."We need to call the police," I said, pulling out my phone. "Get security up here. Search the entire hospital.""Already on it," Chris said, speaking quietly into his own phone. He was leaning against the wall, but his eyes never left Lyra and Finn. Always watching. Always ready to step in where I had failed.I hated him for it. I hated myself more."Mommy, I'm scared," Finn whispered, and my heart cracked a little more."I know, baby," Lyra murmured, stroking his hair. "We're going to keep you safe. I promise."The promise hung in the air between us, fragile and desperate.
Lyra's POVThe fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor made everything look pale and lifeless. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Finn's room, watching the doctors through the glass window as they checked his vitals. His small body looked even smaller against the white sheets, and the steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping me sane."His fever broke completely," Dr. Martinez said as she emerged from the room. "The antibiotics are working. He's going to be fine, Mrs. Reynolds."I should have felt relieved. I should have felt joy. Instead, all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest. Fine. Finn was going to be fine. But would any of us truly be fine after everything that had happened?"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.The doctor squeezed my shoulder gently before walking away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. But not for long."Lyra." Rhys's voice came from behind me. I didn't turn around."How is he?" Chris asked, appearing on my ot
Ciara's POV The weight of Lyra's rejection pressed down on me like a stone in my chest. I sat in the corner of the safehouse, watching her examine the photograph with Chris and Rhys, feeling like an outsider looking through glass. Every time she glanced my way, I saw the same thing, distrust, anger, the memory of what I had done to Finn. I deserved it. I knew that. But it didn't make the isolation hurt any less. My phone buzzed softly. Another intercepted message from the second traitor's signal. I'd been monitoring their communications since the church threat, hoping to find something useful. This time, the message made my blood run cold. *Package secured in vault. Timer set. Target arrives, everything ends.* The bomb wasn't at the church. It was in the vault they were talking about, the same vault Chris had just figured out from the photograph. The second traitor was using Lyra's parents' secret as bait, and they were walking right into it. "Chris," I called out, my voice cutt