The safe house was no longer safe.
With Langston twisting the narrative against them, Isabella and Alexander weren't just fugitives they were now public enemies.
Claire shut off the news broadcast. "We have to move."
Alexander exhaled, his mind already racing ahead. "Moving isn't enough. We need to take control of the story."
Damian tapped furiously on his keyboard. "Langston owns the media. Every major outlet is running his version of events."
Isabella paced. "Then we find someone he doesn't own."
Claire's eyes narrowed. "I might know someone."
All eyes turned to her.
"Jaxon Price."
Alexander's brow lifted. "The investigative journalist?"
Claire nodded. "He's been hunting Langston for years. He won't trust us easily, but if we give him the right evidence…"
Isabella's fingers brushed over the flash drive in her pocket. "We make sure the truth gets out."
Before anyone could respond, Damian's laptop beeped. His expression turned grim.
"They found us."
A live security feed showed black SUVs pulling up outside. Armed men stepped out, their movements swift and precise.
Langston's people.
Alexander grabbed his gun. "We don't have time to run."
Isabella's pulse steadied. "Then we make a stand."
She locked eyes with Alexander. "Side by side?"
His smirk was full of promise. "Always."
The first knock came loud, demanding.
Then another.
And then, the door exploded inward.
The war was here.
And this time, Isabella and Alexander were ready.