Chapter 101

I tossed my bag onto the couch and sank into the cushions, exhaling deeply. The text message still lingered in the back of my mind, its ominous tone gnawing at my thoughts.

You're playing a dangerous game, Kiara.

Dangerous? Sure. But what in my life wasn't these days? Ignoring the chill that ran down my spine, I pulled out my laptop. I needed to focus on the mission—spying on Jessica.

The live feed from the camera in Jessica's house came up on the screen. Her living room was as pristine as ever, with beige walls, sleek furniture, and not a single thing out of place. But Jessica herself wasn't home.

I leaned closer, scanning for anything out of the ordinary. There were papers scattered across her coffee table, and a purse thrown haphazardly on a chair—a rare slip in her otherwise perfect image.

"Where are you, Jessica?" I muttered to myself, clicking to switch camera angles.