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"Who sent this?"Celeste looked at her phone. Her hands were shaking.Jace came over. "Maybe it's a trap.""Or maybe someone's trying to help me.""You think the Kavanaghs killed your sister?"Celeste felt her throat get tight. "I do not know anymore."Her telephone buzzed once more.DON'T GO BACK THERE ALONE.Her heart jumped. Someone came looking for her."We want to get out of here," Jace stated. "both households might need you useless."Celeste dropped onto the sofa. She couldn't prevent shaking. "I informed them I'd convey Damien. But if they killed my sister—""Then don't trust them.""But they know things. Damien won't tell me anything."Jace knelt down in front of her. "Then lie to them. Get what you need. But don't give them Damien.""What if I already screwed this up?""Then we'll fix it."---Two days later, Celeste was sitting in a coffee shop.A man walked in. Rylan Kavanagh.He was tall. Cold eyes. No smile. He sat down across from her."You look scared," he said."I'm b

"You can't stop me from going."Damien stood in the doorway. His face was hard. His eyes were cold."Watch me," he said.I grabbed my bag. The coordinates from the files burned in my mind. Geneva. I had to go there."After what happened last night—" Damien started."You mean after I found another bug?" I cut him off. "One you didn't plant?"His jaw tightened. "That's why you can't go alone.""I'm going." I pushed past him.The flight to Geneva felt long. Every face looked dangerous. The coordinates led me to an old building. Paint peeled from the walls. Windows were broken.I found a side door. It was unlocked. I stepped inside.The smell hit me first. Dust. Old wood. Something familiar.I turned on my phone's light. The furniture sat covered in white sheets. Everything looked frozen.I found stairs going down. The basement was different. Clean. Organized. Someone had been here recently.File cabinets lined one wall. A desk sat in the center. Papers covered its surface.I moved closer

"Get in the car."Damien stood by a black sedan. His face looked hard. Mad. Like he wanted to break something.I didn't move from the hotel steps. "No.""Celeste. Get in the damn car.""You lied to me.""We need to talk.""We just did. Back there with Rylan."He walked closer. His eyes looked wild. "That man wants you dead. You know that, right?""Maybe I should be dead."Damien stopped. His face went white. "Don't say that.""Why not? I'm just some lab rat. Something they made.""You're not a thing."I laughed. It sounded ugly. "Right. I'm a person. With real feelings. Real choices. Except none of it's real.""Your feelings are real.""How do you know? Maybe they programmed those too."A car drove past. The street was getting busy. People walking to work. Normal people with normal lives. Not me."Let's go somewhere private," Damien said."Where? Your place? So you can write another report?"He looked like I hit him. "I stopped writing reports.""When?""Two years ago.""Why?"He beca

"You have 72 hours to decide."Rylan stood in my house doorway. How he got beyond my locks, I failed to know. But there he was. Calm as anything."Get out," I said."Not until we talk.""We talked already. In Geneva.""That was different. This is business."I backed away from him. My hand moved towards the drawer in which I stored a knife."Do not," Rylan said. "i'm not right here to harm you.""Then why are you right here?""To save your life."He walked into my dwelling room like he owned it. Sat down on my couch."Damien's family wants you dead," he said."You're lying.""Am I? Check your messages."I looked at my phone. Three missed calls from unknown numbers. Two voice mails."Play them," Rylan said.The first message was hard to hear. Someone talking fast. But I caught a few words. "Target confirmed. Moving tonight."The second was clearer. A woman's voice. "The girl knows too much. Clean it up."My blood went cold."Who are these people?" I asked."Damien's aunts. His cousins.

"Who else knows?"Celeste looked at Vera, her mother's old friend.Vera poured tea with steady hands. "About you and Damien? Or Marcus?""Both.""Very few. Your mother kept it close.""The Belmonts," Celeste said. "My mother called them the real enemy."Vera's face darkened. "They've manipulated both families for decades. Creating conflict. Keeping the war alive.""Why?""Control. Power. Money. As long as the families fight, the Belmonts profit. They own weapons companies, security firms, and half the underground market."Celeste felt sick. "So my sister's death, the attacks—all because of them?""Most of it.""Is my mother alive?"Vera went quiet."Tell me.""I don't know, child. She disappeared six months ago. Said she was going after the Belmonts.""Where?""The Alps. The Belmonts have an estate there. Very secure.""Take me there.""That's a death sentence. Your mother had training, connections, resources. You don't.""I have motivation.""Motivation gets you killed. The Belmonts