Damon POV
My phone buzzed on the desk.
Kiran.
I answered on the first ring. “Tell me something useful.”
His voice came in sharp, breath ragged. “You’re not going to like it.”
My gut tightened. “What happened?”
“I got confirmation,” he said, voice low, like he’d been running. Axel put out a hit. An official one.”
I froze. “How official?”
“Flyers. Gold promised for proof. Word’s spreading through the rogue channels and the mercenary lines. He wants her alive, but he’ll settle for dead.”
I gritted my teeth. “That son of a—”
“She’s in real danger, Damon. And he’s still looking. Actively.”
I turned away from the window, dragging a hand down my face. “How close are they?”
“Hard to say. Some got wind of her trail, but no one’s caught up. Yet.”
“She’s been careful,” I muttered. “Movin
