Sienna stood in the dimly lit corridor, her pulse a steady drumbeat against her ribs.
The weight of her next move settled over her like a storm cloud—heavy, unshakable, full of the promise of destruction.
She had taken the first step.
Now, she had to make sure she didn’t slip before she reached the endgame.
Matteo’s words echoed in her mind.
“You really are trying to start a war, aren’t you?”
Maybe she was.
But it was a war that had been written long before she ever stepped into Luca’s world.
And now, she was done being the collateral damage.
She moved carefully through the estate, her senses on high alert.
The walls had ears, and the shadows had eyes—Luca’s reach was endless, his control suffocating.
But cracks had started to form, and she would drive a blade through them be
