Omniscient POV
The storm had passed, but the aftermath hung over the Costa estate like a shroud. The grand hall, once a place of ironclad order and whispered plots, now breathed disarray. Chandeliers flickered with weakened light, echoing the uncertainty in the hearts of those who remained.
Zora stood at the far end of the table, reading a report with expressionless resolve. Each line inked in blood and betrayal. Adrian hadn’t returned from the south perimeter, and Valentina had gone after him an hour ago despite orders to wait. No one dared question her. Not anymore. She was no longer a girl shielded by grief....she was a storm in motion, unpredictable and absolute.
"Where's the body count?" Zora asked, her voice slicing through the silence like a dagger.
Matteo, bruised and barely st
