(Isabella’s POV)
The doctor’s final words hung in the air of the study, a death sentence with a twelve-hour timer. If he is not woken up… he will die. For real this time.
I watched Alessandro. He stood perfectly still in the center of the room, his face a mask of cold, hard stone. In the blink of an eye, the broken son had vanished, and the King of Ashes was back in control. He dismissed the doctor with a curt, sharp nod. Then he turned to his remaining soldiers, his voice devoid of all emotion, a machine of pure command.
“Find a way to hack that pod, Anya,” he ordered, his voice dangerously quiet. “I don’t care what it takes. I want every resource we have, every contact, every expert on the planet, focused on breaking that sequence. You have eleven hours and fifty-nine minutes.”
“Luci
