Allysa It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

Her heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs as she stared through the dense upstate fog toward the blinding headlights of the silver sedan. She knew that name. *Aisha.* It wasn't the name of a corporate shell company in Delaware, nor a high-ranking coordinator within the upper echelons of The Consortium. It was a phantom moniker—a ghost signature that had appeared at the very bottom of the black-market transaction sheets she had briefly glimpsed on Dominic’s decrypted administrative terminal in Manhattan.