Skyla Novea Abella — Danger

Skyla released him and stepped back. Her hand trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what she'd just heard. Victor Roque. Her father's killer. And he knew her name.

"Sure you don't." He stopped ten feet away, close enough to be a threat, far enough to give her room to bolt. "I'm not here for the drive. I'm here to tell you that your contact drowned in the Pasig two hours ago. Accident. Very wet. Very tragic." skyla novea abella danger

Skyla smiled. It was a cold, sharp thing. "You think I need backup?" Skyla released him and stepped back

"I wish I was. He knows about the drive. He knows about you. And he's not sending thugs anymore." The man's eyes locked onto hers. "He's sending cleaners. The kind that make people disappear so completely, even their nightmares forget them." Her father's killer

"Victor Roque." The name landed like a stone in still water. Skyla's breath caught. Roque was the ghost she'd been chasing for three years—the man who'd ordered the hit on her father, a journalist who got too close to a money-laundering ring. The USB in her pocket wasn't just evidence. It was a key. A key to Roque's empire.