The river’s black water rippled under the moonlight as the small boat cut through the night. Alina’s hands were still trembling from the events at the warehouse. The flash drive—the one piece of evidence she had fought to protect—was destroyed. Every painstaking effort, every piece of proof, reduced to nothing.Nathan sat beside her, his arm loosely around Lara to keep her steady. His blood had dried, but there were new bruises on his face, new scars forming from his battle inside the warehouse. His eyes, once familiar and comforting, were now a storm of anger, pain, and something darker that made Alina’s stomach churn.“You’re… different,” she said softly, voice barely above a whisper.Nathan didn’t respond. He stared ahead at the horizon, silent, calculating. She wasn’t sure if it was anger at Lucas, at her, or at himself.“I know,” he said finally, voice low and rough. “I… I had to survive.”“Survive,” Alina repeated, tasting the word. “But at what cost?”He looked at her, and she
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