Jace will make her laugh and beat a man within an inch of his life for crossing any line she draws.
But I am the one who will kill for her.
We know what we bring to the table. I just need to decide if I’m staying for dinner or solving her problems without her consent.
“She asked for our names,” Jace tells me when he sees my hesitation.
“And you gave them?” I ask, taking his bait to calm down.
He shakes his head. “Just our usernames. She already knew there were more of us, and she’s been picking us apart.”
“I noticed,” I say with a nod. “She’ll want our real names, too.”
“She deserves the truth.”
“She deserves peace.” I roll my neck, tension crackling down my spine as the adrenaline fades from my system. “Daniel took that from her. So now we take something from him.”
“What’s the plan?” Kieran asks, voice steady.
Finally, a real question.
I step back to the desk, catching the towel Jace throws my way. Once I’ve wiped up my spilled coffee, I drag a second monitor forward and open an untitled folder.
Photos. Logs. GPS pings. Daniel’s apartment blueprints. His office. His habits. The bar he lurks around on Sundays…
I’ve been tracking him since he popped up on Eris’s phone.
Just in case.
You never know when you’ll need to destroy someone’s will to live publicly… Not only is this public, but it’ll leave a digital footprint that will take years to disappear.
I motion for them to look at the monitor.
“Now,” I say, clicking through photos and files. “We move.”
The doorbell rings, making all three of us jump and glance at each other. It feels cartoonish, but really… None of us were expecting company or watching our own cameras.
We don’t move.
We’re practically holding our breath as I black out the screen we were looking at. I shift control to another monitor to view our cameras.
The doorbell rings again, and Kieran crosses the open living room to answer it.
I flick to the front door camera and see who our visitor is just as the door swings open. Hot, burning annoyance scrapes its nails down my spine.
That’s something we share.
She’s standing there.
Not the woman we all want to show up on our doorstep…
Not Eris.
Her.
The ghost we don’t name anymore.
She pushes her sunglasses off her eyes, resting the designer shades in her blonde hair. And she gives us just enough to look like she thinks we’ll fall apart at the sight of her. Nothing has changed in the last two years, the same curated smile and calculated softness she used to weaponize against Jace and Kieran.
