FAZER LOGINScarlett's POV"Your role is communications," Dominic said. "You coordinate from the pack hub and you do not move.""Understood," I said.He looked at me the way he looked at things he was not sure of. One extra second. Reading me in layers."I mean it, Scarlett.""I heard you."He held the look for one more beat. Then he turned back to the map on the table and the operation moved forward and I stood at the communication hub in the east wing with a headset and a radio and four screens showing live position feeds from the convoy.I told myself this was the right call. Because it was.The plan was clean.Luca would contact Priest through the intermediary channel and report that Zara's recording had been intercepted before reaching anyone in Dark Eclipse. Contained and neutralized. He would propose a face-to-face at neutral ground, a roadhouse forty minutes east that both organizations had used before for exchanges. Priest, believing Luca was still his, would attend or send a representat
Scarlett’s POV The expression on his face was not cold. Not calculating. Not any of the managed things he wore when the room was full of people watching him. It was the face from the training ground. The one underneath everything else. "But I raised him," he said. Quiet. Almost to himself. "He was seven years old and he followed me to the garage and stood on a crate just to reach the handlebars of my bike. I told him he was too small." Something moved in his jaw. "He told me to watch him." A pause. "Whatever he became, some part of that is mine." I looked up at him. "What are you going to do?" He was quiet for a moment. "What I should have done twenty years ago," he said. "I am going to talk to him." He crossed to the side door. Pushed it open. Stepped out into the rain without stopping for a jacket and walked across the wet grass toward the far wall where his son stood with his fists pressed into the stone. Luca heard him coming. His back was still turned but his head lifted
Scarlett's POV"I know where Lilith is."Luca did not move from the window."The coordinates," I said. "The priest said them out loud in the recording. I have them."He turned then.His face was still the face from the window, fist against the glass, forehead against the fist. He had pulled some of it back together when he turned around. Not all of it. Enough to function. The rest was still visible around the edges, bleeding through the cracks, and I had been looking at Luca Vance's face across two lifetimes. I knew exactly where to look."Tell Dominic," he said. The words came out flat and overcontrolled."I will," I said. "In a minute."He looked at me."Go outside," I said. "You need a minute before we walk back into that operation.""I do not need""Luca." I said his name the way you say a name when you need the person inside it to stop pretending. "Go outside."He went.Not because I told him to. Because the window was not enough anymore and the room was not enough anymore and he
Scarlett’s POV A room. Background noise, ventilation, the low mechanical hum of a generator, the same sound I had learned from the Iron Veil compound. Then a door. Footsteps. A chair scraping hard across concrete. Then Zara's voice. "I have something you want." She sounded different from any version of her I had known. Not Zara who performed with confidence. Not Zara who performed cruelty. This was stripped bare. Steady in a way that takes everything you have to maintain. The voice of a woman who had made a decision and was moving on it and had no backup plan. A pause. Then another voice. Male. Older. Unhurried in a specific way, the way a predator is unhurried because it already knows how this ends. "You are the girl," the voice said. "Luca's." "I was," Zara said. "I am not anymore. Which is why I am here." I sat forward. "I know where the girl is being held," Zara said. "Lilith. I heard the coordinates two days ago when your man called Luca. I wrote them down." A pause. "I
Scarlett's POV"She has a twelve-hour head start," Dagger said. "Possibly more.""Find her," Dominic said.Dagger left. The study door closed.And the four of us who remained, Dominic, Luca, Cain and me, sat with the full weight of what Zara carrying Luca's phone toward Priest actually meant. None of us said it out loud. Because saying it would not make it better. And we had too much else to do.I want you to understand something about Zara at this moment.For two lifetimes I had known her as the woman who betrayed me. The woman who stood over me in chains and smiled. Who walked out of a burning building holding my husband's hand. Who spat on my face and called me a stray dog with a Gucci collar and laughed about it.But sitting in that study, I started to understand something different.Zara was not loyal to Priest. She was not loyal to Luca. She had never been loyal to any of them, not really. She had been loyal to herself and to her own survival and to the hope that one day someone
Scarlett's POV "Get out," Dominic said. He said it quietly. Which was worse than loud. He said it to Luca and took one step forward and the step had the quality of a door swinging shut. My hand came up and landed on his arm. He stopped. I felt the tension in him. The full gathered force of a man who has been pushed past several reasonable limits and is now operating on something that has burned through reason entirely. He stopped because my hand was there and for no other reason, and we both knew that. "Wait," I said. "One minute. Give it one minute." He did not step back. He did not relax. But he stopped moving forward, and that was enough. I turned to Luca. He was still three feet inside the gate and he had not moved and he was not performing anything. That was the thing I kept coming back to. He was not performing. The jacket, the careful posture, the pleasant face he wore as his default in every difficult situation, none of it was operating right now. He was just standing
Scarlett’s POV In my previous life I had seen him as many things. Powerful. Cold. Strategic. The man who looked at everyone around him like they were pieces on a board he was three moves ahead of. I had feared him and I had used him and I had poisoned his whiskey and watched him die and spent the
Dominic’s POV She climbed out of his damn bed and started running his errands again.My jaw tightened.My wolf went very quiet.Not calm.Furious.I picked up my phone.It rang twice before he answered.“Boss.”“Watch my daughter-in-law,” I said. “Every move, every conversation and every person sh
Dominic’s POV“Get out.”The words had come out of my mouth with ease. Giving no room for argument, clean and final. But she was barely out the door before my hand—the one holding the glass—started to shake.I sat in my study now, alone, the way I preferred to be. The whiskey was still full. I had
Scarlett's POV I sat in the back of the car, then stared out the window and felt the weight of the evening pressing down on me like a nail on my chest. Our bedroom was cold as usual. Luca kept the heating low on his side and I had stopped fighting about it six months into our marriage, which pe







