Chapter 63
Vanya
I walked toward Crimson Park with steady feet and a chaotic mind.
This was reckless.
Even by my standards.
If Nero knew I was doing this—sneaking out, stepping into the open while threats circled me like vultures, he’d never believe it. That Vanya Divinci, who always played for survival, who never risked herself for anyone, was now willingly putting herself in danger.
And not for a mission. Not for her pack. Not for her title.
But for Kross.
I could have told him the truth as Vaughn. It would’ve been easier. Safer. Whether he believed it or not wouldn’t be my problem. But that wasn’t enough anymore. Not after the last time we spoke—after the way he looked at me.
Both as her and him.
That distance between us, the shift in his eyes, that cold rejection—it had unset
