LOGIN"Where is he?"I grabbed Elena's arm, my phone still pressed to my ear with David shouting updates about blood trails and missing prisoners. "You did this. You orchestrated his escape just to frame him as a fugitive."Elena pulled free, her expression unreadable. "I did not orchestrate anything. If Declan is gone, that is his choice. His plan. Not mine.""You are lying. This whole meeting was a distraction. Keep me here while someone breaks him out of federal custody." I backed toward the stairs. "Was there even blood? Or is that another manipulation?""Miss Sinclair," David's voice came through the phone, strained. "Agent Morrison confirmed it. Blood in Declan's cell, more in the corridor leading to the loading dock. They are running DNA tests now.""How much blood?" My voice was shaking."Enough to suggest serious injury. Maybe life-threatening." Papers rustled. "FBI is issuing a manhunt. They are calling this an escape, not a kidnapping. Which means if they find Declan alive, he wi
"Someone is going to kill Declan."I burst into David Thompson's office at nine PM without knocking, phone in hand, showing him the photo of the guard with the syringe. He looked up from his paperwork, expression shifting from annoyed to alarmed in seconds."Where did you get this?""Anonymous text. Twenty minutes ago." My hands were shaking. "They are saying I have twelve hours to choose. Destroy Declan and he lives. Try to save him and he dies in prison."David studied the photo, his lawyer brain already analyzing. "This could be another manipulation. Another way to force your hand.""Or it could be real. And if I ignore it, Declan dies." I sank into the chair across from his desk. "What am I supposed to do? How do I know what is real anymore?""You contact the authorities. Show them this threat. Let them investigate.""And if that tips off whoever sent it? If they kill him the moment I involve the police?""Then we are dealing with professionals who have access to federal detention
"You cannot seriously be considering this."Lily stood in my apartment at eleven thirty the next morning, watching me prepare to meet a dead woman who was not actually dead. The address Elena had sent was a café in Midtown. Public enough to feel safe, isolated enough for a private conversation."I do not have a choice," I said, checking my phone for the hundredth time. "She threatened Ethan. Again. Everyone keeps threatening Ethan, and I am tired of it.""So call the police. Show them the message. Let them handle it.""And tell them what? That a woman who supposedly died three years ago is threatening my brother? They will think I am insane." I grabbed my jacket. "Besides, if Elena is the one pulling all the strings, this might be my only chance to get real answers.""Or it might be a trap designed to get you alone and vulnerable.""Everything is a trap at this point. At least this one comes with information." I checked the ankle monitor, making sure it was properly concealed under my
"Your Honor, my client was coerced into this entire situation."Lily's uncle, David Thompson, stood before the judge with a confidence that made the entire courtroom shift. He was exactly what Lily had promised: sharp, experienced, and completely unintimidated by the federal prosecutors staring him down.I sat at the defense table, hands clenched in my lap, trying to breathe through the panic. This emergency hearing had been called to determine whether I would remain in custody or be released on bail pending trial. Across the aisle, Declan sat at his own defense table, his eyes finding mine every few seconds.We had not spoken since being separated three days ago. Had not touched. Had not been allowed any contact beyond these stolen glances in a courtroom that felt more like a battlefield."Coerced?" The prosecutor, a sharp-faced woman named Ellen Cross, stood with barely concealed contempt. "Miss Sinclair entered into a contract marriage with full knowledge of what she was agreeing t
"You?"The word came out strangled. I stared at Vivian Westcott through the plexiglass, trying to process what she had just said. This elegant woman who had coached me on etiquette, who had seemed genuinely invested in helping me fit into Declan's world, was claiming to be behind everything?"I can see the wheels turning in your head." Vivian's smile was cold, calculated. "You are wondering if I am lying. If this is another manipulation. Another layer to this nightmare.""Are you?""No." She leaned back, perfectly composed despite the prison visiting room. "I am the only person who has been honest with you from the beginning. I just did not tell you everything.""Why? Why would you destroy your own nephew?""Because he destroyed my daughter first." The words were ice. "And no one noticed. No one cared. Because Declan Westcott is charming and powerful and very, very good at making his victims look like the problem."My blood went cold. "What daughter? Declan never mentioned—"
"I am going to the warehouse."I said it out loud to my empty apartment, as if speaking the words would make the decision less insane. The FBI could wait. Agent Morrison could issue her warrant. None of that mattered if Ethan was in danger.I called Lily, my hands shaking as I grabbed my keys."I need you to do something for me," I said when she answered. "If I am not back in two hours, call the police. Tell them to check the warehouse address I am texting you right now.""Hart, no. Whatever you are thinking, no.""They have Ethan. I saw the video. Someone took him from the hospital." My voice cracked. "I have to go.""Then I am coming with you.""You cannot. They said alone.""And you believe them? You believe these people who have been lying and manipulating since day one?" Her voice rose. "This is exactly what they want. You, isolated and vulnerable.""I know. But what choice do I have?" I grabbed my bag, checking for my phone, my wallet, anything that could be useful. "If I do not







