Ivy slipped away from her spot with practiced ease, blending into the passing crowd as if she had always been part of it. Within seconds, she was gone.
A nearby café caught her eye.
Perfect.
She stepped inside, her expression softening instantly into something polite and unassuming. Offering the owner a small, friendly smile, she walked past the counter and took a seat near the corner where a computer terminal sat.
Hidden, but not suspicious. Exactly how she liked it.
She logged in swiftly.
Raven and Sal had always used separate identities to communicate. Clean. Untraceable. Safe. Even now, her fingers moved with familiarity as she accessed the account and sent a short message.
A simple ping. But beneath it… urgency.
Raven needed to know.
Was Sal safe? Had he survived after everything that went wrong? Or— Her jaw tightened slightly.
Had the DarkKnight Clan already dealt with him?
