POV: Dante
The message arrives just as Umbra begins to breathe properly.
I'm in my shadow-level office, reviewing the first boards Aurora put together: precariousness, mental health, hidden time. Her ideas are precise, uncomfortable. Just what I wanted.
The notification appears in the corner of the screen, with maximum priority.
Source: internal foundation
"Valcourt didn't get the transfer by car, but he's not going to let her go. There was talk of 'acting outside protocol' if Noir continues to block."
Attached, a blurry photo in a hallway of the foundation: a vampire I know all too well. Laurent Valcourt. Elias' cousin. An expert at "solving problems" without leaving a paper trail.
The message continues:
"Your omega is officially a problem. If you don't move her, they will."
My jaw clenches.
I close the screen with Aurora's graphics. The contrast hits me: their models talking about invisible people, my reality full of very specific names that I want to see bleed.
