Sienna stared at her reflection, the firelight flickering behind her like a storm trapped in glass.
She no longer searched for who she was in the mirror.
She knew now.
Her hands, once trembling from fear, were steady.
Her spine, once bent beneath the weight of secrets, was straight.
And in her chest, where confusion used to echo, there was only a quiet certainty.
They started a war.
Now, she was going to finish it.
She turned from the mirror, the journal her father left resting on the table beside her.
It had taken hours to read through—some pages coded, others written like prayers to a daughter he’d never see grow into the fire he’d feared.
But tucked in the final pages was a name.
One even Luciano hadn’t mentioned.
Elias Voss.
Sienna ran her fingers over the ink, her voi
