I leaned back against Valerius’s solid, radiating chest, feeling the steady, incredibly powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. The massive, highly coordinated threat of the Phantom Syndicate was entirely dismantled in a single, flawless snare. The absolute world was completely, undeniably ours. The reign of the King and Queen was officially, permanently untouchable.
The harsh, industrial floodlights of the eastern warehouse hummed a low, mechanical tune, casting long, sharp shadows across the empty concrete floor. The three arrogant architects of the coalition had been successfully extracted, their desperate, terrified pleas fading entirely into the cold ocean wind. Viktor would handle the extensive, highly rigorous extraction process down in the subterranean bunker. By sunrise, we would posse
