Seraphina leaned against the chipped dresser with her arms crossed, scanning the team as Rafe’s bombshell about the doubled bounty landed.

Half a million for her. A million for Kael.

Dante wasn’t just hunting them; he was turning the city into a killing field to drag them back to his empire. The air was tense as every glance between the team was loaded with suspicion.

Kael stood by the window, his silhouette rigid against the flickering streetlamp outside. He hadn’t said a word since Rafe’s report, but the way his jaw tightened told her everything. He was unraveling a little, and it made her want to push him juat to...