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“One that doesn’t involve you. You’re too—” She chokes on the words, then blows them out. “You’re too important to lose.”

Sacrifice.

Sabine’s going to sacrifice herself.

Save as many lives as possible and die with her ship like a fucking martyr.

I can’t let her do that. I won’t. She’s not going anywhere.

Before I can block her path, Dominic steps in, shoving his phone into my hand.

I glance down.

RBG

Riley’s Bodyguard.

He knows never to call. Not unless it’s an emergency.

Sabine’s already one step out the door.

“Damnit, Sabine—just give me a minute.”

She halts mid-stride, spine straight, eyes flashing with the kind of annoyance that says you have exactly one minute.

I’ll take it. Not that I have much of a choice.

I click Dominic's phone and answer. “What?”

“I tried to keep up with her. I couldn’t…” Boris’s voice is shredded, ragged with panic.

Boris never panics.

Goddamnit.

I swear to God, this woman is going to be the death of me.

“If Riley’s run again?—”

“She was following a woman.”

My pulse spikes. “What woman?”

“I don’t know.” Static spits across the line, as Boris catches his breath. “I think she said Lena.”

Sabine frowns, a crease carving between her brows. “She was supposed to meet Layla today. But Layla already checked in. Their conversation’s over.”

Layla. As in Mila?

I dart a glare back at Sabine. “Could she be in on this? It would make sense. She had access. To Riley. To Tuscany?—”

“Wait…” Boris stammers. “No. Not Layla. Leh-na.”

Realization crawls in slow, then slams like a sniper’s shot to the chest. It makes way as cold tar seeps into every last one of my veins.

Mother. Fucker.

“Elena. Fuck. It was a trap.”

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