The car's engine growled beneath us, a low, steady hum that matched the pulse in my cock as I watched Emily's fingers dig into the wheel like she wanted to strangle it.
She hadn't spoken since her last snarl, her jaw locked tight, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts through her nose. Good. Silence suited her better than lies.
I pulled out my phone, the screen casting a cold blue glow over my fingers as I thumbed a message to SERA: "Any Update on Victor and Isabella?"
The reply was instant, the words sharp and clinical—just like her: "Isabella's forces are mobilizing. Three teams. Simultaneous strikes on Victor's strongholds in the north, east, and downtown. He's obsessing over the shopping center footage—the one where you and Emily ran into each other."
"No traces. I erased everything. But he's not stupid. He's close. And he's not just looking for you anymore. He wants to kill both of you."
