Chapter Eighteen — Fractures

DiCaprio:

I linger at the door longer than I should.

She’s still watching me, even after I’ve promised to return. I can see it in her eyes—doubt, fear, and something sharper. Suspicion. It sticks to her like a second skin.

I nod once and leave, the steel door hissing shut behind me.

Two guards flank the hallway. I don’t speak. They fall in line automatically as I head down the corridor, back toward control.

My pulse is steady. My thoughts are not.

Someone breached my pack’s security tonight. Not to steal. Not to sabotage.

To find her.

The heir.

She asked how they found her. I...