Matilda stepped off the rooftop and into the waiting car, the city lights flashing past as Nico drove in silence. The weight of what they had just done lingered in the air—Silas was dead. Martina was broken. The underworld belonged to Matilda now.
But power was a fragile thing.
And The Consortium was watching.
Nico finally spoke. “You think they’ll come to you now?”
Matilda smirked, watching the city blur through the tinted glass. “They don’t have a choice.”
The Consortium had set the rules, given her a test. She hadn’t just passed it—she had rewritten the game entirely. They would either respect that, or they would learn what happened to people who tried to control her.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed.
A message. Unknown Number.
“Well played. Let’s talk.”
She smirked. Right on tim
