The night outside the station was thick with fog, wrapping the street in a cold, eerie stillness.

Rosemary’s breath trembled as she stepped out beside Adrian, clutching her coat tightly. The flashing lights from the patrol cars had disappeared, leaving only the hum of the city and the faint echo of distant traffic.

“Stay close,” Adrian said, glancing around sharply. “She’s somewhere nearby.”

Rosemary’s voice was quiet but sharp. “Casandra wouldn’t dare show herself here, not after everything—”

“She would,” Adrian interrupted, his tone dark. “Because she knows how to hide behind innocence.”

They moved quickly toward the parking lot. Markus waited near the car, his expression tense. “I checked...