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Behind me, the door creaks open, and I glance back to see Eva stepping inside, her expression as fierce as I’ve ever seen it.

“Eva,” I say sharply. “I told you to stay—”

“And miss the fun?” she replies, her voice steady despite the tension in the room.

The men exchange glances, their confidence faltering as they realize they’re outmaneuvered.

“You’re going to tell us everything,” I say, my tone deadly. “Who you’re working for, what your orders are, and how far Reyes is willing to go.”

The leader sneers, but there’s fear in his eyes. “You think you can stop him? Reyes owns this town.”

I step closer, my gaze locking onto his. “Not for long.”

A Line in the Sand

Back at the inn, the information we gathered from the men at the docks paints a grim picture. Reyes’s plan is accelerating, and Lena’s clinic is at the center of it. But the evidence we’ve collected is enough to turn the tide.

Eva sits beside me, her fingers brushing mine as we go over the documents. Her presence is steadying, a reminder of what we’re fighting for.

“We have to warn Lena,” she says. “She needs to be ready.”

“We will,” I promise. “But we’re not just warning her. We’re taking the fight to Reyes.”

Eva’s lips curve into a small, determined smile. “Then let’s make it count.”

As the night deepens, I feel the weight of the battle ahead. Reyes has pushed us to the brink, but he’s underestimated us. Thisis more than a fight for Harbor Springs—it’s a stand against everything he represents.

And we’re ready.

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Eva

The light filters softly through the windows of Dominic’s penthouse as I sit at the dining table, surrounded by the remnants of Lena’s package. Papers are spread across the table in a chaotic sprawl, every line teasing at something larger—something more sinister. Reyes’s reach isn’t confined to Harbor Springs or Lena’s clinic. The hints scattered across these documents point to a network rippling across industries worldwide.

“Anything?” Dominic’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

I glance up to see him leaning against the doorframe, sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. His sharp blue eyes hold that familiar edge of tension. He looks like a man in control, but I know better. There’s a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

“Pieces,” I admit, gesturing at the table. “It’s like a puzzle, but the edges are missing.”

Dominic moves closer, pulling out a chair beside me. The faint scent of his cologne lingers as he scans the papers. His brow furrows when his gaze lands on a scribbled note from Lena:“Check the timeline. It’s all connected.”

He picks it up, flipping it over. “Timeline of what?”

“That’s the problem,” I say with a sigh, pushing a photograph toward him. It’s of Lena’s clinic, the glass doors shattered. “This doesn’t feel random. It’s targeted. And then there’s this.”

I hand him a typed report detailing delays in shipments to Lena’s clinic. A pattern emerges: the same shipping company flagged repeatedly—Reyes Logistics—circled in bold red ink.

Dominic’s jaw tightens. “He’s using his network to choke her out.”

“And not just her,” I add, swallowing hard. “If Lena’s right and the timeline is the key, this is part of something much bigger. It’s not just about sabotaging her clinic—it’s about consolidating control.”

Dominic’s eyes meet mine, steady and full of resolve. “Reyes made a mistake sending this package. It means he’s worried. And worried people get sloppy.”

I nod, wanting to believe him. But as I look at the papers, a weight settles in my chest. If Reyes is worried, what does that make us? Desperate? Or cornered?

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