I could feel it the moment Finnick went quiet.
Even without seeing him, I knew that look—sharp, focused, dangerous. The kind that meant he had already figured something out.
Noah didn't need to say more. He understood too.
The security around Finnick's villa wasn't something outsiders could break into easily. If nothing was damaged… then the fire didn't come from outside.
It came from within.
The thought alone made the air feel colder.
Finnick's voice followed, low and chilling. "Bring Liam and Molly to me."
Everything moved quickly after that.
About thirty minutes later, I felt the shift in the room. Guards were stationed outside my ward, their presence steady and alert. Finnick left soon after, and even without seeing him, I felt the faint pull of his presence leave with him.
It left me uneasy.
—
When Finnick entered the underground storage room, the scent hit him first—fear, sweat, and something bitter beneath it.
Two figures were tied to the floor.
Liam and Molly.
