“You were always his fire.”
The words echoed through the collapsing chamber, too loud for a whisper, too cruel for a prophecy.
Sienna’s heart thundered in her chest as Luciano yanked her back behind a half-crumbling support beam, shielding her from the second blast that tore through the western wall.
Heat singed the air, dust turning the corridor into a blinding cloud.
“He’s gone,” Ari growled through the comm, her voice clipped, sharp. “Vanished like a ghost.”
Sienna gritted her teeth. “He was the ghost.”
Luciano didn’t look at her. His eyes were on the flames dancing in the corridor ahead, the hollow chair now nothing but splinters and smoke.
“We move,” he ordered. “Now.”
Ari met them at the hallway junction, rifle in hand, her jaw clenched.
“Two hostiles down, but someone’s ja
