Se connecterCruz couldn’t stand on her own yet. That slowed things down.
Not enough to stop them, but enough to shift the rhythm. Enough to make every movement feel heavier than it should have. Sebastian supported most of her weight as they moved away from the car, guiding her carefully toward the concrete pillar nearby.
Ivy stayed ahead. Watching.
Cruz couldn’t stand on her own yet. That slowed things down.Not enough to stop them, but enough to shift the rhythm. Enough to make every movement feel heavier than it should have. Sebastian supported most of her weight as they moved away from the car, guiding her carefully toward the concrete pillar nearby.Ivy stayed ahead. Watching. Thinking. Rebuilding everything she thought she understood.“They said your name,” Cruz repeated, her voice still rough. “Not like they found you. Like they were expecting you.”“I heard you,” Ivy replied. But she hadn’t processed it. Not fully. Not yet.Sebastian glanced betwe
Cruz wasn’t dead. That was the first thing Ivy confirmed. Her chest was rising. Barely.But enough.“She’s alive,” Ivy said.Sebastian moved closer instantly, his gaze scanning the interior of the car. There was no visible blood.No obvious struggle. Just Cruz slumped slightly in the driver’s seat, her head tilted at an unnatural angle, her phone still loosely in her hand.“That’s not an accident,” he said.“No,” Ivy replied. “It’s controlled.”A pause.Then—“Check her pulse.”
They didn’t leave immediately. That was the first mistake.The silence Elena left behind didn’t feel empty. It felt deliberate, like it had been placed there on purpose, like it was meant to follow them out of the house and settle somewhere deeper, somewhere harder to ignore.Sebastian stood still longer than he should have, his eyes fixed on the exact space Elena had occupied, like if he looked hard enough, something would shift back into place and make sense again.It didn’t.Ivy watched him carefully. Not interrupting. Not pushing. Just observing. Because this wasn't a strategy anymore. This was personal. And personal made people unpredictable.
The silence didn’t break immediately. It stretched. Heavy. Unstable. Like the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for someone to say the wrong thing.Sebastian didn’t move.He stood there, staring at Elena like he was trying to find something familiar in her face, something that still made sense. He didn’t.“What do you mean you’re part of it?” he asked finally.His voice was lower now. Tighter. Controlled in a way that didn’t feel natural.Elena didn’t answer right away.Of course she didn’t. She let the question settle, let it sit between them like something deliberate.Then—
Elena didn’t rush. That was the first thing Ivy noticed. She stood there in the center of the room like she had nowhere else to be, like time wasn’t pressing in from every direction. Like the tension wrapping around all three of them didn’t exist.That kind of calm wasn’t natural. It was controlled. Chosen. And that made her dangerous.“Start talking,” Ivy said again, her voice sharper now, cutting through the stillness.Elena’s gaze stayed fixed on her, unshaken, unreadable. “I am,” she replied softly.Sebastian stepped forward, tension pulling tight through his shoulders. “No games, Elena.”
They didn’t argue about it. That was the problem.The moment the name settled between them—Elena—something shifted in a way neither of them could fully control. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t explosive.It was quiet. And that made it worse.Sebastian was already moving, grabbing his jacket, his focus narrowing into something sharper, more personal. Ivy watched him for a second too long before stepping forward.“You don’t get to go alone,” she said.He didn’t stop. “I wasn’t planning to.”“That’s not what it looks like.&r







