COUNT ALTERONI
I sit in my office for three hours after Mordaunt hangs up. Thinking. Planning. Trying to find option that doesn't end in death.
There isn't one.
Valentina's captured. Being used as bait. When Callum comes, Mordaunt kills him. The resistance dies.
If I warn Callum, Mordaunt executes me for treason.
If I stay silent, Valentina and Callum both die.
No good options.
Only varying degrees of loss.
I pour myself a drink. Four hundred years of existence. Four hundred years of careful survival. All of it coming down to single choice.
Help wolves I've never met and die.
Or preserve myself and watch them die.
The choice should be easy.
Should be.
But I remember Valentina's voice on the phone. Young, desperate, trying to save her community. I remember Callum's file. Innoce
