The flames of war didn’t wait for mourning. By dawn, whispers of Salvatore’s death had spread through the families like wildfire. Some rejoiced. Others called for blood. And in the center of it all, I stood silent, dressed in black, my hands clenched around the remnants of my father’s legacy.
Adrian had told me the truth. A truth that shattered and rebuilt me all in one breath. My father’s loyalty. His death. The deception I had lived under for years. But nothing changed the fact that Adrian had pulled the trigger.
And yet, I hadn’t left.
Zora sat beside me at the long conference table, her eyes skimming through the intel we’d gathered. The Lockwood estate had transformed into our war room. Maps lined the walls. Files were scattered across every surface. Names were circled. Crossed. Red
