Mag-log inLeonard finally looked up. His voice was barely a whisper.“She didn’t even tell me. Not once. She just...” His chest shuddered. “She just killed herself instead of talking to me.”Elara stepped toward him.“Leonard...”“Don’t.” He lifted a hand, not angrily, just lost. “All this time… she was dying. And she was trying to drag me with her and I didn’t even see it.”Julian stood beside him, steady and silent.Leonard’s eyes brimmed with tears, anguish twisting every feature.“I didn’t love her,” he whispered, “but I didn’t want this. Not this.”He pressed his palms against his face.“I don’t even know if I’m infected.”Elara’s breath shook.Julian put a hand on Leonard’s shoulder, firm, grounding.“We’ll get the test done,” he said softly. “Whatever the result is, you won’t go through it alone.”Leonard swallowed hard.For the first time, he didn’t argue.Hours later, after the blood test, Leonard sat outside the clinic staring at nothing.Elara sat beside him.“She thought you’d hate
Six weeks later, the island was quiet again.Calm, warm, peaceful, nothing like the night it nearly became a battlefield. The ocean carried only the sound of waves now, not screaming or gunshots or the echo of dangerous secrets.Life had begun to stitch itself back together.Not perfectly.But enough.Mira ran barefoot through the garden, her laughter echoing across the courtyard as she chased Milo with a ribbon in her hand.She no longer woke up screaming.No longer clung to Elara at night.No longer curled into herself when someone raised their voice.She was healing.Julian watched her from the balcony, leaning on the railing with a softness Elara hadn’t seen on him in years.“She’s smiling again,” Elara whispered as she joined him.Julian nodded. “She will always smile. I’ll make sure of it.”He wasn’t talking about the island.Or Diana.Or the nightmares.He meant the rest of her life.Healing took time too.There were long talks.Late nights.Tears.Truths neither had dared to t
Julian leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, gaze sharp and calculating.“So,” he murmured, “she trusts you.”Lila nodded shakily.Leonard swallowed, already predicting what Julian was thinking.“You want to use her,” Leonard said quietly.Julian’s eyes flicked to him. “I want to end this. And Lila is the only link Diana has left.”Lila cried out softly. “You’re going to use me as bait.”Julian rose from his chair.“No,” he said. “You’re going to help us catch her. But only if you want to.”Lila stared at him, confused.“This is your chance,” Julian continued, voice lower, deadlier, “to choose which side you die on.”Leonard turned toward her, softer than Julian but no less serious. “Lila, Mira almost died today. Elara almost did. Julian did. Even I...”He cut himself off, shaking his head. “If you know anything, if you can stop her… help us.”Lila wrapped her arms around herself, trembling.For the first time all night, she looked genuinely terrified.“I’ll do it,” she whispere
“She had a nightmare,” Elara whispered brokenly. “She keeps dreaming about… Diana.”Julian tightened his hold on Mira, jaw clenching.Leonard arrived next, chest heaving from running...And froze.Seeing Mira crying in Julian’s arms…Seeing her calling out for help…Seeing how tightly she clung to his shirt…For a moment, Leonard could barely breathe.His daughter or not... She was a terrified child.And she wasn’t reaching for him.Not even a glance.Leonard pressed a hand to the doorframe.“Is she.. Is she hurt?” His voice cracked.Elara didn’t look at him, but she shook her head.“She’s just terrified,” she whispered.Then...Lila, breathless and disheveled, stumbled into view behind Leonard, confusion painted all over her face.“What.. what happened? Is she okay?”Every guard in the room stiffened. The grandmothers stared.Julian’s eyes narrowed like a predator scenting a threat.But this wasn’t the time.Julian rocked her gently.“Mira. Sweetheart. Daddy’s here. Wake up for me.”
Lila forced herself to breathe.The engines roared to life, vibrating through her chest.She whispered into the empty cabin: “Leonard… I’m coming for you.”The jet cut into the night sky.At that same moment, Leonard stood at the island’s temporary command tent beside Julian, reviewing drone maps and security camera feeds.His phone buzzed.PRIVATE AIRPORT ACCESS, AUTHORIZED USING: LEONARD SHAWHis brows snapped together sharply.He checked the timestamp. Then the security log.PASSENGER: LILALeonard stiffened. A cold curse slipped from his mouth.Julian looked up. “What is it?”Leonard shoved the phone toward him. “Someone used my codes. She used my plane.”Julian’s eyes narrowed. “Elara is finally asleep. I pray to God this isn’t what I think it is.”Leonard ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “I told her to stay away from me. I told her we were done.”“And now she’s flying here?” Julian muttered grimly. “On this night?”Leonard’s jaw flexed. He did not want to believe Lila was in
Lila grabbed her small suitcase, the one she packed months ago when she dreamed of running away with him.She didn’t bother with makeup.Didn’t bother with clean clothes.Didn’t bother with sanity.She only took, her passport the antiviral meds she had been given, the forged hospital papers and a small silver knife she had once bought as protection.Her phone chimed again.Diana: Bring whatever you can. We’ll end them together.Lila typed back. I’m coming. Tell me where to land. And what you need me to do.Another message.Diana: Simple. I need leverage. Someone they all care about. And you... I need you to get close to Leonard. Break him. Then I’ll break the rest.Lila’s lips curved into a hollow smile.“I’ll do it,” she whispered. “I’ll make him see me. One last time.”She walked out of the house without looking back.Without leaving a note.Without locking the door.Without telling her family goodbye.Her fate was sealed.Her soul was already dying.Now she would aim to take down t







