The city's shadows were no longer his ally; they had become the hunting ground.
Daniel Monroe was out there—moving, breathing, plotting.
Leon lit a cigarette, watching the smoke curl like a serpent's tongue. Every piece of intel led him closer to the man who haunted Ayla's past.
He wasn't just hunting for revenge—he was hunting for truth.
"Find him," Leon commanded his men. "And don't bring him to me. Bring me his silence."
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POV: Ayla
The weight of her past was becoming unbearable, but she refused to show weakness.
She spent nights training—her body growing stronger, sharper, fiercer.
She wasn't the scared girl Daniel once knew.
She was becoming something new. Something dangerous.
The transformation was painful, but necessary.
For survival.