The King’s Gambit
Dorian’s POV
There’s something delicious about watching the world burn from a quiet place.
The hotel suite I’d secured in Geneva was perched like a hawk’s nest above the city, floor-to-ceiling glass wrapping around the room, reflecting my silhouette at me like a shadow I once knew. I leaned against the glass, sipping a deep red Bordeaux, watching the streets coil with early morning fog. From here, the city looked docile. Controlled.
But beneath the surface?
Chaos bloomed like wildfire.
The reports were trickling in. Zurich’s vault was compromised. Calla had the flash drive. Cassian had survived the ambush—because, of course, he had—and now, together, they were moving through the pieces of the legacy as it had always belonged to them.
I smiled bitterly and turned fr
