The night air hit her like a second baptism—cool, sharp, and laced with the faint scent of smoke drifting from a nearby chimney.
Sienna exhaled slowly, letting the remnants of the cathedral fall away behind her.
She didn’t glance back.
She didn’t need to.
They’d seen her.
And more importantly—they’d felt her.
Luciano fell into step beside her, silent but alert, his eyes scanning the shadows as they moved toward the SUV.
Ari walked a pace behind, hand still near her weapon, just in case anyone inside got brave or stupid enough to follow.
They didn’t.
Not tonight.
Inside the vehicle, the doors shut with a satisfying thud.
A cocoon of silence settled around them, broken only by the hum of the engine as the driver pulled away from the cathedral and back into the bloodstream of
