Semua Bab Cold Hands, Warm Lies: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The heels weren’t hers. Too high, too glossy, too loud for someone who spent the past year avoiding attention. But tonight, she needed to disappear into the noise to blend in with the scent of overpriced perfume and lies laced in laughter. Sera Duvall adjusted the tray in her grip, fingers trembling slightly from the cold. Not the chill of the air, but the chill of the room the kind that clung to polished glass walls and designer gowns. The gala pulsed behind her like a living thing: strings of chandeliers, men in sharp tuxedos, women with smiles like razors. She kept her eyes low. Avoided the faces. This wasn’t about mingling. It was about intel. A name whispered two weeks ago at a storage facility in Queens. A face caught in a reflection in one of Elise’s old photos half-turned, watching. Sera had blown it up a hundred times, mapped every pixel. The curve of his jaw. The exact line of his cufflink. Lucien Calder. The last man seen with her sister before she vanished. Sera w

Sera didn’t sleep.Not because the bed wasn’t soft it was too soft. The kind of softness that cradled you like a secret, made you forget where you were. That was dangerous.The bedroom was dark, minimalist, eerily quiet. She lay flat on her back, fully clothed, one hand clutching her sister’s photo in the dark like a talisman.Elise. Two years gone.Two weeks alive.Lucien knew something. She was sure of it. But what chilled her more was the look in his eyes when he showed her the photo.Like it wasn’t meant to exist. Like he didn’t want her to see it but something made him show her anyway.She sat up just after 4 a.m., the digital clock’s glow cutting a line across the floor. No footsteps. No voices. The house felt asleep.Or sedated.Sera slipped into her boots, silently padded to the door. It wasn’t locked.That felt like a test too.She moved quietly down the corridor. Cameras watched. She didn’t look up, didn’t slow her pace. If they were going to watch her, she’d let them.But s

Sera’s fingers trembled. She looked down again, turning her empty palms over like the notebook might reappear if she just blinked hard enough.But it was gone.Gone and now in Mara’s hand, flickering across the monitor like a taunt.“I didn’t drop it,” she whispered. “I didn’t even feel it leave how ”Lucien stepped back from the screen, face tight, jaw locked. “She never touched you. Not directly.”“No, but ”“She’s trained for that,” he said, low. “Pressure point sleight-of-hand. She’s been embedded in covert units before. Deep cover. Infiltration. Black badge clearance.”Sera turned to him sharply. “And you just let her live with you?”“She was never supposed to be active,” he snapped. “I kept her close because I thought I could control her.”She laughed once bitter and quiet. “Guess you thought wrong.”On the screen, Mara was moving now toward the east wing. She didn’t rush. She didn’t hide. Her confidence was a message: I don’t need to run. You’re too late.“She’s not leaving,” L

The words on the screen bled into the silence.TRUST NO ONE. NOT EVEN HER.Sera stared at the message until the letters blurred.“Elise didn’t mean that,” she whispered. “She couldn’t.”Lucien stepped back like the screen had struck him. “She said I’d burn the world down if I found the truth.” His voice was low. Cold. “She wasn’t wrong.”The air between them tightened.Emery holstered her weapon. “The clip was recorded two weeks after Elise faked her death. She’d just gone dark from her own handlers. She was unraveling.”“She didn’t look unraveling,” Sera said, throat raw. “She looked like someone who knew exactly what she was walking into.”“She also looked like someone who didn’t trust either of us,” Lucien added.Their eyes met.Something cracked.“Then tell me right now,” Sera said, stepping closer. “Are you hiding something else from me?”Lucien didn’t flinch. “Yes.”Her breath hitched.“But not to hurt you,” he said. “To protect you.”“That’s not your choice.”“No,” he said, voi

The photo crumpled in Sera’s hand.TRADE COMPLETE.The red circle around her spine felt surgical. Like whoever drew it wasn’t just identifying her but diagnosing her. Pinning her down like prey.Her mouth went dry.“Trade complete,” she whispered. “Who traded me?”She turned back to the locker and plugged the flash drive into the burner phone.No password. No encryption.Just a single file.AUDIO HALO_TRANSCRIPT_139She hit play.[Begin Audio Playback]Voice 1 (Female, clipped): “Asset Sera Duvall has reached activation. Confirmed contact with Target Lucien Calder. Emotional bond verified.”Voice 2 (Male, filtered): “And Calder?”Voice 1: “Oblivious. Still operating under emotional compromise. Believes the attachment is real.”Voice 2: “Does she suspect?”Voice 1: “No. Not yet. The ghost file embedded in her memory map is intact. Once she crosses the psychological trigger threshold ”[distortion]Voice 2: “We initiate protocol.”Voice 1: “She’ll never see it coming. That’s the beauty