Liana’s POV
The city burns behind me in headlines and sirens. Every channel, every feed, every whisper carries Dominic’s name and mine beside it.
Z-Core collapsing in public view, Stanley in hiding, regulators circling like vultures. I don’t wait for explanations. I don’t pack carefully. I just run.
Camilla drives. Her hands are tight on the wheel, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the empty stretch of highway that cuts through the rain-dark countryside.
We haven’t spoken much since we left the city. There’s nothing left to say that doesn’t hurt.
The last time I saw Dominic, he was standing in front of a window, his reflection carved by lightning. His voice was low, almost resigned.
“You wanted truth. It doesn’t come without blood.”
Now that truth has teeth. It’s chasing us. Camilla br
