Skyla Novea Abella Danger: ((full))

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.

She pressed the edge closer. A bead of blood welled up. "I'm losing patience." skyla novea abella danger

She crouched down, wiped the blade on the man's sleeve, and stood. "Tell Roque something for me." Skyla released him and stepped back

"Yeah?"

She turned her phone over in her palm. No signal. Of course. The alley had been dead air since she arrived. Jamming tech wasn't cheap, but the men she was running from had bottomless pockets. They owned judges, cops, and at least two colonels she knew of. Skyla had no one. Just a fake ID, a dying phone battery, and a scar on her ribs from the last time she got too close to the truth. Her father's killer

"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."

She was hunting.