The wind howled through the cliffs, a cold reminder that the world wasn’t waiting for her to make her move—it was already spinning, unraveling.
But Sienna stood at the edge, the sea below crashing violently against the rocks, her thoughts sharper than the air around her.
She wasn’t afraid.
Not of the sea, not of Il Primo, and certainly not of the power that had been thrust upon her.
She was already something new—something neither of them could contain.
The hum of the compound’s activity echoed from below as she turned and walked back into the warmth of the war room.
Luciano was waiting for her, his expression unreadable as always, but there was a quiet acknowledgment in the way he watched her now, like he could see the full extent of the storm brewing inside her.
“Ready?” he aske
