Chapter 63
Kiera didn't sleep.
She lay on her side in the dark, the city's glow bleeding through the curtains like an open wound, every nerve in her body tight, alert. Beside her, Kade was awake too. She could feel it in the way his breathing was too controlled, too deliberate. Neither of them pretended anymore.
The phone call had changed something fundamental.
It wasn't fear that sat in her chest now. It was recognition.
She had been hunted before.
She rolled onto her back. "Alistair," she said quietly.
Kade turned his head. "You know him."
"I know the type," she replied. "Men who don't touch you directly. They make sure someone else does the damage."
Kade's jaw clenched. "He's been operating in the shadows for years. Offshore money, shell companies, private security contracts that don't exist on paper."
"And Vivienne?" Kiera asked.
"A pawn who thought she was a queen."
Kiera exhaled slowly. "My father?"
Kade didn't answer immediately.
That was answer enough.
