Sienna stood in front of the mirror, slipping into a crimson dress that hugged her body like a secret.
Colson had left an hour ago, claiming to chase a lead. But she knew better now. He wasn't chasing anything.
He was circling.
Nico stepped into the room, eyes dropping down her body and lingering.
"That's the dress you wore in Monaco."
She nodded. "The one he couldn't take his eyes off of."
Nico's mouth hardened. "You're going to use yourself as bait."
She met his eyes in the mirror. "He's already hunting me. This time, I want to control where he bites."
The plan was simple: she'd meet Colson alone at the old train station—the one they'd burned through in their past life together.
She'd wear the dress. He'd come.
And Nico would be watching from the shadows.
The station was empty when she arrived. Rusted tracks. Flickering lights. One last flare of golden sunset through broken windows.
She waited.
Colson appeared right on time.
Black suit. No tie. That familiar smile he wore when danger was close.
"You always did look lethal in red," he said.
She stepped close. Close enough to kiss. Or kill.
"I have questions," she said.
"And I might have answers," he replied. "But some truths only bleed out when you cut them."
He brushed her hair behind her ear.
"I never lied about loving you," he whispered.
She could feel Nico's scope on him. On her.
One twitch of her finger, and Colson would be dust.
But then…
Something pinged in her earpiece.
Nico's voice, urgent: "Sienna. Abort. Pull out now."
She froze. "Why?"
He growled, "Because you're not the trap."
She turned just as the doors behind her slammed shut.
And four armed men stepped out of the shadows.
Guns raised.
One of them smiled. "Sienna Raye. Welcome back to the program."