The limousine ride back from the Eclipse Tower was thick with silence and unspoken tension.
Raven stared out the tinted window at the passing city lights, the massive diamond ring on her left hand catching every streetlamp like a warning. Alessandro Caruso's parting words still echoed in her skull: "The order was signed the day you left for the hit. We planned to bury you whether you succeeded or failed."
Disposable.
A loose end.
A weapon discarded the moment it became inconvenient.
Her analytical mind was already dissecting the implications—timing, motive, who else in the Caruso inner circle had known. How deep the betrayal ran.
Vincent sat beside her, one arm draped casually along the back of the seat, fingers occasionally brushing the exposed skin of her shoulder. He didn't speak, but she could feel his gaze on her profile. Calculating. Knowing.
