THE SHADOW’S CROWN
Dorian’s POV
They think they’re winning.
Cassian and Calla — two sides of the same sanctimonious coin, flipping through scandals and secrets like they’re building an empire on the ruins I left them.
But that’s the thing about ruins.
They never forget the fire.
I stood in the penthouse suite of my Geneva hideout, a glass of Laphroaig in hand, watching the rain streak the windows like ash washing from the sky. The city beneath me pulsed with a rhythm I knew too well — ambition, survival, blood. It was a perfect symphony for the chaos I had orchestrated.
Cassian had survived Zurich. Barely. I’d watched the footage — him bleeding, staggering, dragging Dominic behind him like some corporate soldier too noble for his good. And Calla — sweet, naive, explosive Calla — had
