The fallout was global.
Governments denied everything. Ember files were burned. But one thing they couldn't erase—
Sienna's face.
She was now a ghost made of fire and truth.
While the world hunted her, she hunted someone worse.
The Architect.
The ghost behind Ember. The one no one could trace.
Until now.
She followed whispers through Croatia. Code names. DNA traces. Faces blurred in black ops files.
And then—she found it.
A single name buried in a restricted database:
Lucien Raye.
Her blood ran cold.
No. It couldn't be.
She slammed the laptop shut, breath caught between a scream and a sob.
Lucien Raye—her father.
Dead, they'd said. Gone in a car bombing when she was nine.
But the man behind Ember?
Alive.
And not just alive. In charge.
He had faked his death, used it to disappear… and raise a new world order from the ashes.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Her training.
Her instincts.
The shadows in her memory.
He hadn't prepared her to escape the fire.
He'd built her to survive it—because he was the one who lit it.
And now, he wanted her back.
A message arrived an hour later. Untraceable. Four words:
"Come home, Nightfire."
She stared at the screen, heart thundering.
Home? No.
This time, she was coming not as a daughter—
But as his reckoning.