Estelle's pulse pounded in her ears, loud and unrelenting, as she tried to make sense of the news glowing on her screen. The words blurred for a moment, her thoughts tripping over each other.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze to look outside as if it could offer her some respite. But the night stretched dark and quiet. Then her eyes drifted to the side mirror, and her gaze dropped on Vance. Something about the stillness, the timing, it clicked.
Her thoughts spiraled. The email, the threats, the pressure closing in around Roman. Her breath caught. There was only one person who could have pulled all of this together so cleanly, so ruthlessly. Magnus.
The realization settled heavy in her chest, cold and certain. Before she could fully process it, her phone buzzed again in her hand. She glanced down. Roman's name lit up the screen. She exhaled slowly, her thumb hovering over the answer button, hesitation threading through her chest.
