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CHAPTER 11: The Blank Memory (Kira POV)

I could feel twenty pairs of eyes boring into my back. Ironclaw wolves, all of them radiating barely controlled violence. They wanted someone to blame, someone to hurt, and I was convenient. "Any day now," Juniper said from somewhere behind me. Her voice dripped with contempt. I swallowed hard and reached out, my hands hovering over Marcus's chest. He'd been nineteen, according to what Dante had told me in the car. A fighter, ambitious, desperate to prove himself worthy of the Kastor name. Now he was just cold meat on a loading dock, another body in a conspiracy I didn't understand. My fingers made contact with his skin. Ice cold. Dead for hours now, rigor mortis already setting in. I closed my eyes and reached inward, searching for that foreign fragment the way I had with Adrian. The sensation should be immediate, a cold spot, something that didn't belong pressed against my consciousness. A piece of someone else's final moments, ready to unfold.

CHAPTER 12: Locked Away (Kira POV)

Juniper’s grip on the moment loosened the second she really looked at me. Her amber eyes narrowed, searching my face like she was trying to peel back layers of deception, but all she found was the raw, animal fear I couldn’t hide anymore. My hands shook so hard I had to clasp them behind my back. Blood still crusted under my nose, and my head throbbed like someone had taken a mallet to it. She barked a short, mirthless laugh that echoed off the warehouse rafters. “Look at you. The big bad Blood Heir, about to piss herself.” She stepped closer, boots deliberate on the concrete, and tilted her head. “Pathetic.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My throat felt swollen shut. Juniper flicked her gaze to Dante, then back to me. “You know what? I almost believe you’re too useless to be the killer. Almost.” She jerked her chin toward the exit. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind and let my wolves have some fun. Stay away from Ironclaw territory. Next time,

CHAPTER 13: Unspoken Truths (Dante POV)

The door clicked shut behind Kira and Cassidy, the sound sharp enough to cut through the silence left in the office. I turned to follow, already halfway to the exit, when my father’s voice stopped me cold.“Dante.”One word. I froze with my hand on the doorknob.“Stay.”I let my hand drop. Turned slowly. He hadn’t moved from behind the desk. Arms still crossed. Eyes fixed on me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet.“Sit.”I didn’t argue. Dropped into the chair across from him, spine straight, face blank. The way I’d been trained since I was old enough to understand what “heir” really meant.He studied me for a long moment. Then, “Tell me what you think of the girl.”I kept my expression neutral. “She’s a rogue. Blood Heir. Useful when she works. Dangerous when she doesn’t.”“That’s not what I asked.” His tone sharpened. “Do you believe she had any hand in Adrian’s death? Or Marcus’s?

CHAPTER 14: Trapped (Kira POV)

The tray slid under the door with a metallic scrape that made me flinch. I stared at it from the floor where I’d been sitting for hours, roast chicken, steamed broccoli, a dinner roll, a bottle of water. Prison food dressed up fancy. I didn’t move to touch it.My stomach growled anyway. Traitor.I dragged myself over, knees scraping the carpet, and pulled the tray closer. The chicken was still warm. Someone had bothered to heat it. Probably Cassidy. The thought made my throat tighten. I tore off a piece and shoved it in my mouth. Chewed and swallowed. Didn’t taste anything.I leaned back against the bed frame and pulled my knees up. The room was too quiet. No traffic noise from the street below. No voices in the hallway. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional tick of the wall clock I couldn’t see from this angle.I fished my phone out of my pocket. The screen lit up, 7:42 p.m. No bars. No Wi-Fi. Nothing.

CHAPTER 15: Late Shift (Leo POV)

The neon sign above the diner buzzed one last time before flickering off at 2:17 a.m. I flipped the lock on the front door, wiped my hands on the rag tucked in my apron pocket, and stepped out into the cold. The street smelled like exhaust and yesterday’s rain. My breath fogged in front of my face.Three days. Three full days since Kira answered a text. She’d gone quiet before, long stretches when she was crashing at a new foster place or pulling double shifts, but never this quiet. Not a single emoji. Not even a thumbs-up to let me know she was breathing.I pulled my phone out while I walked toward the bus stop. Screen lit up my face. Same messages staring back at me.Me: Hey ghost girl, you alive? Me: Kira? You okay? Me: Seriously. I’m starting to worry.Nothing. Read receipts off since forever. She hated them. Said they made her feel watched.I shoved the phone back in my je

CHAPTER 16: Empty Desk (Leo POV)

I didn’t sleep. Not really. I lay on my mattress staring at the ceiling cracks until the streetlight outside turned gray, then pale blue, then gold. Every time I closed my eyes I saw that grainy photo: Kira crouched over blood, three shadows behind her, one with a gun. The image looped like a bad gif.By 7:45 a.m. I was already out the door, hoodie up, sneakers pounding pavement toward Callahan North High. The bus would’ve taken too long. I needed to move. Needed to do something before the panic in my chest cracked my ribs open.The school parking lot looked the same as always, rows of beat-up sedans and hand-me-down SUVs. I scanned for the faded blue Honda. Found it in the far corner where she always parked to avoid attention. Tickets fluttered under the wiper like yellow flags of surrender. Three. Maybe four. I jogged over.The driver’s side window was cracked an inch. I cupped my hands and peered inside. Backpack still on the passeng

CHAPTER 17: Judgment Dawn (Kira POV)

The clock on the nightstand glowed 5:47 a.m. Seventeen minutes until the twenty-four hours were officially up. Seventeen minutes until Dominic decided whether I lived another day or became another body they’d quietly dispose of.I hadn’t slept. Not a single second. My eyes burned, my head throbbed from staring at the same ceiling patterns all night, but my body buzzed with restless energy. I’d mapped every possible exit in my mind: main hallway left to the elevators (guarded), service corridor right to the stairwell (probably guarded), windows (thirty floors, no). The only real chance was the moment the door opened.I sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, back against the mattress, knees drawn up, hands clenched so tight my nails left half-moons in my palms. My phone still showed zero bars. I’d tried texting Leo again at 3:14 a.m. Message stuck on “sending.” I’d whispered his name into the dark like a pray

CHAPTER 18: The Confrontation (Kira POV)

My foot hovered over the gas pedal, trembling. One twitch and the SUV would lurch forward, into him, over him, past him. Freedom was right there, fifty yards of concrete ramp and then open city. All I had to do was floor it.I couldn’t make my leg move.He stood motionless, pale eyes boring into mine through the windshield. No weapon. No enforcers behind him yet. Just him, tall, unyielding, the same cold heir who’d watched Juniper’s fingers tighten around my throat without blinking.My knuckles throbbed where I’d slammed them into the guard’s jaw after the pull. Blood smeared the steering wheel. My own breath sounded ragged, animal, filling the car.“Get out of my way,” I rasped.“You won’t make it ten blocks.” His tone stayed level, but something jagged lived underneath it. “They’ve already locked down the perimeter. Trackers on every vehicle. Wards at every gate

CHAPTER 19: No Mercy, Only Duty (Kira POV)

Dante nodded once. Then he looked at me.“You ready?”I wiped my face with the back of my hand. Smearing blood and tears together.“No,” I whispered. “But I’m done running.”He gave the smallest nod. Almost imperceptible.Then he stepped beside me, not in front, not behind. Right next to me.Together we walked toward the elevators.The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss that felt final. Dante stood beside me, close enough that our shoulders almost brushed, far enough that neither of us pretended this was comfort. Cassidy and two enforcers flanked us like silent sentinels. No one spoke. The numbers climbed. 28… 29… 30.My stomach twisted tighter with every floor.I kept my eyes on the polished steel doors. My reflection stared back, wild hair, tear-streaked cheeks, blood crusted on my knuckles, borrowed strength long gone and left me shaky. I looked like

CHAPTER 20: The Delegation (Kira POV)

He held my gaze for one long second, heavy with everything he wasn’t saying. Then he looked away first.“Because we have work to do,” he answered.No explanation.I stared at the side of his face. Waiting for more. Nothing came.He turned and started walking again toward the elevators.I stood there a moment longer, chest tight, tears still drying on my cheeks. Then I forced my feet to move. Followed him.The hallway stretched forever. Our footsteps echoed in perfect, mismatched rhythm. Mine hesitant. His steady.At the elevator he pressed the call button without looking at me.The doors opened immediately.We stepped inside.He hit the button for floor twenty-three. Not the armory. Not my room. Conference level.The doors closed.I opened my mouth. Closed it.He spoke before I could try again.“Get cleaned up. Eat something. Gear up. We leave

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