*********************(Claire’s POV)***********************I didn’t know how long I sat staring at the photograph Etian left behind.It haunted me.The frame. The angle. Roselyn’s smile caught mid-step, completely unaware that she was being hunted. That someone watched her and decided she was leverage.Liam’s games were escalating.He wasn’t just trying to silence us. He was trying to break us.I pressed my fingers against my temple and forced myself to breathe, slow and even. The city was bustling beneath me___cars honking, pedestrians walking to work. School buses were picking kids up for school, but underneath a tension simmered.Whispers spread like a wild about the Sadie's case being reopened. About Aliana. About me.I picked up the evidence file again. We’d gone through it a dozen times, and yet something felt… wrong. Like we were missing a piece, something obvious but carefully hidden. Every clue we had still pointed to Aliana. Neatly arranged. Too neatly.“Claire.”I glanced u
***********************Etian’s POV**************************The knock on my door came just after midnight. Not urgent. Not aggressive. But firm enough to wake me from the edge of sleep.I rolled out of the bed, my heart already picking up speed. Something about it felt off. My sixth sense—sharpened after years in the military, training, and under-the-table investigations— I couldn't sleep when something was off. And right now, my sense was screaming.I reached for the drawer beside my bed. My Glock wasn’t a last resort anymore—it had become routine. Too many enemies had slithered out from the cracks lately, and I couldn’t afford to be careless. Not with Claire. Not with everything we were trying to expose.I eased toward the front door and peered through the peephole.I saw no one.I groaned in anger. Frowning, I opened the door cautiously and glanced around the hallway.It was Empty.But i spotted something on the floor.A brown envelope.My stomach twisted in tight knots. My body
*************************Liam's POV*********************The concrete walls of the underground garage echoed with my footsteps—fast, hard, sharp like gunfire. I didn't even wait for the elevator. I took the stairs three at a time, seething, every muscle in my body clenched. The fury was crawling beneath my skin, just itching for a release.I should’ve snapped her neck when I had the chance.The moment her eyes widened, those damn tears spilling like she thought I wouldn’t notice—like I’d feel pity—I’d known. Aliana was going to be a problem. Not just for me, but for everything I’d built.But then he stepped in. That idiot. That excuse of a guard who thought he could play hero.I shoved open the door to the security floor and stormed in.“Where is he?” I barked.The two men stationed near the monitors froze. One of them, a scrawny kid named Trevor, pointed hesitantly to the room down the hall.“Jax is in holding prep. You said to—”I didn’t wait.The door slammed against the wall as I
****************************Aliana's POV********************His grip tightened like a vice around my chest, crushing the breath from my lungs. Panic surged as my airway closed_ each gasp, desperate rasp that never reached my eyes. My vision blurred at the edges, stars bursting behind my eyes. The pressure mounted, unbearable, as though my neck was caving inwards. A sickening crack echoed in my ears, or maybe it was just my pulse, hammering louder, slower... Then fading.His hand, like iron, closed around my throat, lifting me higher off the ground. I kicked and thrashed, but it was useless. The world was narrowing, closing in as darkness rimmed my vision. My lungs screamed for air."You think you're better than me, huh?" he hissed, eyes wide, spit flying from his lips. "You deserve this. You don’t get to breathe after what you just uttered!"A sudden force yanked him backwards, breaking the iron grip from my throat. I tried to jerk my hands out of the cuffs, but I couldn't. My mouth
****************************Aliana's POV*********************They call it a cell, but a cage feels more honest. At least animals get straw and space to pace.The room is smaller than it looks. Concrete on every side, grey and cracked, like it's tired of pretending to anything else. The cot is shoved into the corner, its mattress so thin I feel the metal frame with every breath. There's a toilet two feet from my head __ no lid, no curtain, just the promise of disappointment and humiliation.The light buzzed above me, flickering like it's got a nervous twitch. There's a slit of a window near the ceiling, but it only lets in the sky, not time. You can't see the sun, just the colour of the day.It wasn't the worst part, though.The worst part is the silence__ thick, full of things you don't say. In here, the air is so still, even guilt echoes.The knock on the metal door came in twice. I jolted up to my feet, my back pressed against the hard concrete walls. The keys rattled against the d
***********************Claire’s POV**********************I stood by the tall window in Mack's apartment, and I crossed my arms over my chest, watching the city stretch and bend beneath the evening sun. The buildings were all bathed in a golden hue, like they were pretending nothing dark ever happened in their shadows.But I couldn’t pretend.The events of the last few days kept looping in my head—Aliana’s voice over the phone, the visit to the precinct, the hollow look in her eyes, and the bone-deep confusion etched into her words. Liam’s ghost still hung over every word. Every glance.Behind me, I heard Mack moving around, the soft clink of plates and the hum of low music from the kitchen. He was making dinner. Or pretending to. Just like the buildings outside.“Claire,” he called, his voice a little too casual.“Yeah?” I answered, my gaze still fixed on the view in front of me.“You’ve to come eat, you've only had a cup of tea since morning," he said, peeking around the corner, a w
***********************Claire's POV************************The rain had started again, light at first, then steady. It tapped against the windows like a soft warning from the universe, but I wasn’t listening—not tonight. The soft glow from the fireplace painted warm gold across the living room walls, a strange contrast to the cold knot forming in my chest.I was curled up on the couch, a blanket around my legs, a mug of tea growing cold on the coffee table. Mack was in the kitchen, humming low under his breath, the sound oddly soothing. It was one of the few nights we had to ourselves, with no phone calls, no accusations, and no one knocking at the door. And yet, my mind refused to settle.When he finally joined me, he had two glasses of wine in hand and a faint smirk on his lips. “It’s Pinot. The one you pretend not to like, but always steal sips of.” he rasped as he stretched his hand with the glass of wine.I gave him a soft glare, which only made him grin more as he handed me a
***************************Claire’s POV*********************The morning sun barely filtered through the blinds as I sat at the kitchen counter, my fingers wrapped around a mug of lukewarm coffee. Sleep had come in fragments last night, splintered by flashes of Aliana’s face and Liam’s cold, calculating smile. The weight of everything pressed down on my chest—Sadie’s death, the evidence, the secrets unravelling far too quickly.Mack walked in, still tugging a hoodie over his head. He moved with the kind of energy I couldn’t fake anymore—purposeful, quietly burning.“You’re not dressed,” he said, tossing a glance at me as he reached for an apple from the bowl.“I know,” I murmured, taking a small sip. “I’m not sure if we should go back today.”Mack paused, then leaned on the counter opposite me. “You think it’s too soon?”“I think we stirred a hornet’s nest yesterday. Liam’s not going to let that slide.”The name alone made my skin prickle. Every time I thought I had a grasp on who Lia
*************************Claire’s POV***********************The morning sunlight did nothing to warm the icy tension in my chest.I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who stared back at me. My hair was a mess of sleep and stress, and my eyes held a kind of heaviness no amount of rest could cure. My last conversation with Etian still echoed in my mind—every theory, every uncertainty, every dangerous possibility he and Rowe had unravelled like a noose tightening.Aliana’s story wasn't just true—it was explosive.The idea that Liam had ties to Sadie's death and was systematically erasing anyone who got too close… It was more than disturbing. It was horrifying.And worse? We had no idea how far he'd go next.I stepped out into the kitchen where Liz was already seated, nursing a cup of coffee like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. Her face was pale, expression unreadable, but I could tell she hadn't slept either."You look like hell," she said