The morning mist clung to the Château Lumière like a veil, gray and uncertain, just like Grace’s thoughts. She hadn’t slept. Her eyes stung from exhaustion, her body from tension, but her mind refused to stop spinning.
She stood by the wide window of her suite, sipping a black espresso that had long gone cold.
Behind her, the room was still. Silent. But she could feel the weight of what was about to happen.
Power was at her fingertips.
And she had no idea if it would save her family… or destroy them all.
A Sister’s Ultimatum
Aria appeared in the doorway, dressed in sleek black pants, a crimson blouse, and no mask. Her armor today was honest.
“You need to make a choice,” she said. “They expect an answer before noon.”
Grace turned to face her. “What about you? Are you ready to rule a
