Ella
The figure lingered only for a heartbeat before dissolving into the night, like smoke pulled backward into darkness.
I didn’t flinch.
I tracked the movement from the corner of my eye, my posture loose, my breathing steady, my fingers continuing to tap against my phone as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Years of living under scrutiny had taught me one thing well—reacting was a luxury. Awareness was survival.
The presence withdrew the moment it came within five meters of me. Precise. Controlled. Disciplined.
Definitely Kane’s people.
I tilted my head down slightly, dismissed the faint prickle crawling along my spine, and returned my focus to the screen.
Rosa’s just a name. Don’t let it mess with your head. You and I? Nothing changes.
I meant it.
Fame had never been
