Cole’s POV

Mateo was about to learn that power meant nothing when you had no control.

I sat in the backseat of my car, parked a block away from his hotel, scrolling through the latest report on Vanessa. She was still on the run, slipping through every crack like a damn ghost.

This morning, I’d gotten an update…Vanessa had killed a police officer. Slit his throat right there on the road, like it meant nothing. But what caught my attention more? She wasn’t alone.

A man was with her.

Ronan.

From what I’d gathered, he wasn’t some criminal mastermind or hired gun. Just a guy who had made the mistake...