Page 148 of Symphony for Lies

The second—a warning.

The third—the end.

But the notes found in the basement, the ones left with me, didn’t match.

“If she finds you, I win,”I read the words aloud through clenched teeth.

Amelia sighed, tension weighing on her.

I didn’t like it.

“What does this person think they’ve won?” she murmured, deep in thought. “Also... at work, a few things have gone missing again. What if the killer was there to prepare another attack?”

“You think it has something to do with the murderer?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But when I checked the footage with Jeff again, the monitors went black. It seems like someone deliberately deleted the footage. We have security guards now, though. They told me nothing unusual happened, so maybe I am wrong.”

She leaned back and stared at the notes for a moment, her brows furrowed. “But… I have a feeling... something will happen.” She looked at me. “What do you think?”

“Does it matter?” I pulled her close, inhaling her scent, grounding myself in her warmth. “Stop overthinking. Whoever this bastard is, he just wants to create chaos.”

And honestly? I didn’t give a damn about finding him. I had no leads. No traceable evidence. The security footage from my house had been wiped clean.

Whoever the culprit was, they weren’t reckless. They were methodical. I knew all too well what it felt like to be powerless. To be trapped in a situation with no way out.

Amelia saved me.

She was my light. And I’d burn the whole damn world down before I let anyone take her from me.

She yawned, her body melting against mine. “You’re right,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “It’s pointless for now.”

I scooped her up effortlessly, carried her to bed, and pulled her face against my chest.

Sighing softly, I watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted slightly, and how peaceful she looked in sleep.

I let my finger trace over her cheek, committing the moment to memory.

Then, finally, I let sleep take me, too.

Chapter 31

Zane's POV

The morning light crept in, casting soft shadows over Amelia’s sleeping form. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.

I placed a lingering kiss on her lips before forcing myself to pull away.

Silently, I slipped out of bed and walked to the living room. Her notes were still scattered across the table.

With a sigh, I gathered them up, flipping through each page, absorbing her careful writing and the connections she had pieced together. She had spent too much time and energy on the case.

But going forward, it would be my problem. Not hers.

The only thing I wanted her to focus on was staying safe. Reading books, drinking her ridiculous herbal teas, and sleeping soundly in my arms every night, untouched by any darkness.

I pulled out my phone, snapping photos of every page before stacking the papers neatly on the table.

Soundlessly, I left her apartment and entered mine.