Ariella stood by the window, gazing at the city skyline, her image distorted in the glass.
Silas Vaughn had slipped away during the chaos of his downfall. But she was certain of one thing—he wouldn't stay hidden for long.
No.
Silas was not the type to accept defeat.
He would strike back. Harder. Deadlier.
And Ariella was not going to sit back and wait.
Preparing for Battle
Back at the safehouse, Carter, Vincent, and Leo gathered around the table, discussing the aftermath of the gala attack.
Carter scrolled through the surveillance footage. "Silas has vanished completely."
Leo let out a sharp breath. "He's in hiding."
Vincent leaned back, grinning. "Or he's on the hunt."
Ariella's expression darkened. "Let him hunt. I want him to know where to find me."
Leo frowned deeper. "That's a risky move."
Ariella tilted her head. "Is it really?"
Leo crossed his arms. "You just exposed his secrets to everyone. He will be unpredictable and desperate."
