Leo sat alone in his penthouse suite, the city lights flickering cold, unreachable, and indifferent. His jaw clenched, knuckles white against the armrest. The night had been restless, shadows twisting through his mind with every passing hour.

Lily. She was still nowhere to be found.

His phone buzzed, piercing the silence. It was a message from Kella.

“We need to talk. Urgent.”

He typed back immediately, “Meet me in 20.”

The café was nearly empty, a soft hum of late-night chatter lingering. Kella sat in the corner booth, sipping her latte with a calculated calm. When Leo entered, her eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and something colder something...