Chapter Twenty-Five: Man’s Claim
Rain fell in silver sheets over the ruined tower.
Sirens screamed below.
Searchlights cut through smoke and shattered glass, fixing on the terrace where they stood like prey trapped in a hunter’s scope.
Armored vehicles blocked every street.
Black-clad operatives poured from them in disciplined formation, silver insignias gleaming on their chests: "International Supernatural Tribunal".
The highest enforcement body left standing after the Council’s collapse.
And they had come for her.
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Cassandra
Jay trembled in her arms.
She kissed his forehead.
“It’s okay.”
He looked at the soldiers below and frowned.
“That’s a lot of bad people.”
Despite everything, she almost smiled.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
But Cassandra felt their intentions before they
