The day moved forward like a train barreling toward collision. Aurora Sage stood in front of the bathroom mirror, toweling her damp hair, eyes locked on her reflection. She looked calm. Composed. Like a woman in control. But beneath the surface, she could feel it—old instincts clawing their way to the top.
She had received that kind of call before.
Once, it meant a new contract. A new name to eliminate. A mission.
Now it meant something else: a warning.
A declaration.
They knew about Logan.
She closed her eyes. She had never cared when her own life was on the line. But Logan Mason—he wasn't part of that world. He was loud. Famous. A celebrity with a million eyes on him. And a man stupid enough to fall for a woman who knew how to kill with a fountain pen.
Her fingers twitched toward her phone again. Still broken. Useless.
