THE KINGMAKER
Dorian’s POV
I used to believe chaos was a side effect of war.
Now, I know better.
Chaos is a weapon. A scalpel in the right hand. And right now, I was the only one holding it steady.
The villa in Florence wasn’t as grand as the penthouses I’d once called home, but it was quiet. Hidden. The kind of place you only find if someone wants you to. And no one had earned that permission yet.
I stood by the terrace as dawn painted the sky in streaks of copper and blood. Below, olive trees stretched across the hillside like soldiers waiting for orders. I lit a cigarette with one hand and thumbed through the stack of international papers with the other.
Bell Enterprises in Crisis.
Calla Ellis: Heiress or Hoax?
Cassian Bell — Leader or Liar?
The headlines made me smile.
Cassi
