(Kira's POV)
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I knew the minute Kraven began to follow me. It wasn't paranoia—it was instinct, honed by days of trying to navigate Maven's twisted mind games. As I rolled through the towering gates of Paragon Park, the glint of a black sedan in my rearview mirror confirmed it. He was three cars behind, blending perfectly with morning commuters, but I knew it was him. Kraven was good—so good that if I hadn't specifically asked him to trail me, I might've never noticed.
I didn't even glance at the security agents as I sped past them. Let them log my name and my car. Let them mark my time of exit. I didn't care. This morning wasn't about rules or appearances. It was about staying ahead of the storm—and the storm had Maven's name written all over it.
I swerved onto the highway, the tires screeching in protest. I dialed Kraven's number, my fingers steady even though my mind raced a mile a minute. The phone rang once, twice—
