Sienna didn't sleep.
She lay in the bed between two pillows, two memories, two men who haunted her differently—and who would both kill for her.
Or maybe die.
By dawn, Colson was already gone. Nico stood in the kitchen, shirtless, coffee in one hand, pistol in the other.
"You okay?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No. But I'm ready."
He handed her the mug, steam curling between them. "Then we make a move."
They spent the morning decrypting the rest of the flash drive. It was a map. Names. Transactions. Embedded kill orders.
And a list.
PROJECT EMBER – Final Targets:
1. Nico Blake
2. Colson Blake
3. Sienna Raye
She stared at the names, breath caught in her throat.
"They want all three of us gone," she whispered.
"No," Nico corrected. "They want us erased. Like we never existed."
And then—something clicked.
The list was dated today.
Fresh. Updated.
Alive.
Nico scrolled further, paused, and swore.
There was a location ping attached to each name.
Colson's was blinking.
Live.
Tracked.
"Shit," Nico said. "They've got eyes on him. He led them away from you. He's baiting the hunt."
Sienna stood. "We can't let him die for me. Not again."
"He made his choice."
"So did I."
She pulled a bag from the closet and started packing.
Nico grabbed her wrist. "This is suicide."
Her voice was steel. "Then die with me, or stay behind."
They were in the car ten minutes later.
An old truck. Bulletproof glass. Loaded trunk.
As they neared the location—an abandoned hotel off the highway—the sky darkened.
Rain fell.
And in the distance…
Gunshots.
Sienna gripped the wheel harder.
"I'm coming, Colson," she whispered.
But deep inside, another voice rose:
Someone's not making it out alive.