The gunshot split the night like a final verdict.
Sophia jerked sideways as Elena’s bullet grazed her arm, tearing through fabric and skin. She hissed in pain but didn’t fall. Instead, she smiled, that cold, mirror-image smile, and retreated toward the convoy with her remaining guards.
“Until next time, sister,” Sophia called over the roar of the rain. “Mother will be disappointed… but I’m not finished with you yet.”
The black vehicles sped off into the storm, tires screeching on the wet gravel. The sirens grew louder in the distance, red and blue lights flashing through the trees. The mansion continued to burn and collapse behind them, flames licking at the night sky.
Elena dropped the gun and fell back to her knees beside Damien. Her hands shook as she pressed them against his wounds
