Worth it
“Jordan, someone….”
“I see it,” he cut in. “Trace is masked. Not a prank. Someone knows you were there.”
The line clicked again.
“Aria, tell me you didn’t go near that club.”
Mara Quinn’s gravelled voice, her old editor. Never needed a greeting.
“You’re tracking my location again,” Aria said.
“I’d call it keeping you alive. Whatever you’re chasing, leave it. Valente is untouchable.”
Aria stared at the final photo, the one where a passing headlight carved Dominic’s face out of the dark. Untouchable? Maybe. But tonight she had proof he was real.
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