The engine roared to life, but Diana didn't move immediately. She rested her hands on the wheel, her mind already running through possibilities, contingencies, every small detail from the parking lot didn't fail to taunt her.
Beatrice had made a mistake. A deadly one. And now Diana would make sure it counted.
Her phone buzzed again. Another reply. Short and very precise.
"Understood. ETA?"
Diana's thumb hovered for a second before replying
"Now."
She shifted the car into drive, her heels pressing deliberately on the pedals. The city lights blurred past, but she barely registered them. Her focus was sharp, surgical.
- - -
The hotel room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight. Aec leaned against the edge of the bed, eyes sharp, hands twitching with barely contained impatience. Zion sat across from him in the worn leather chair, fingers drumming against the armrest.
