Aria’s POV
I tilted my head back against the seat and let the music fill the car.
“This Girl Is on Fire” by Alicia Keys blasted through the speakers, the beat pulsing in time with my racing heart.
It was done.
Mendoza.
Marcus.
Alexa.
Every name that once stood above me had fallen.
For the first time in years, I felt light.
Free.
I laughed softly and tapped the steering wheel as I drove down the quiet highway that led out of the region. The night air rushed past the open window, cool against my skin.
“This girl is on fire,” I sang along, my voice low but satisfied.
Revenge tasted sweet.
But victory meant nothing if I stayed.
I needed to disappear before suspicion turned into certainty.
The railway station had been my first plan. A crowded train heading east. No scent trail. N
