The car bolted through the thinning traffic as Caleb's feet matched on the throttle, the engine's could be heard thanks to the complete silence.
The city lights stretched into blurred streaks of gold and neon.
"So what exactly is he?" Naya asked quietly, her brows furrowed, her voice tight with unease.
Sophia exhaled sharply, her blue eyes darkening as she gathered her thoughts.
"In X, not everyone remains human," she said at last. "The deeper you fall into that organization… the more inhuman you become. The longer you serve them, the less you resemble anything ordinary. That man—Diego—he's been with X for a very long time."
"Long enough that death probably doesn't mean anything to him," Helene added softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
A cold shiver crawled down Naya's spine. "And he showed up at Julia's burial… this wasn't random. It's personal."
Sophia's face hardened. "Definitely not a coincidence. He wasn't there to mourn. He was there to hunt."
