CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
The final command prompt glowed on the console, waiting for Elena’s voice. The real Lila…bound and gagged in the hidden room…struggled against her restraints, eyes wide with terror and desperate warning.
Victoria stood serene beside Elena, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder like a proud mother at a graduation. The two echoes flanked them, identical silver-haired smiles fixed in place.
Mara and the others waited in quiet formation, rifles lowered, and faces calm with long-practiced loyalty.
Victoria’s voice remained gentle. “Speak the code, my heir. End this cleanly. The real Lila has served her purpose as the spare and her death will be quick. Then we rise together at sunrise and begin the new legacy. The valley, the orchard, and the lake…all of it will flour
