Kira's POV
The white silk gown hangs on my closet door like a ghost. Beautiful, expensive, and completely f*****g useless for what we're about to face. I turn away from it and grab my jeans instead.
"Kira?" Damon's voice carries through the bathroom door. "The ceremony preparations—"
"Forget the ceremony preparations," I call back, pulling on my boots. "We need to talk strategy."
When I walk out, he's holding the guest list. Two hundred names of people who were supposed to witness my Luna Ascension. Half of them are probably going to die tonight.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, studying my face.
"I'm thinking Martinez is running a hostile takeover." I grab the list from his hands. "Look at this from a business perspective. He's not just trying to kill us, Damon. He's trying to dest
