(Alessandro’s POV)
Midnight.
The world had narrowed to the cold, salt-laced air and the rhythmic lap of dark water against the decaying pier. Through the scope of my rifle, I watched the office at the end of the dock, a lone cube of light in the oppressive darkness. Inside that cube was my brother, a ghost made flesh, the source of a poison that had seeped into every corner of my life. The waiting was over.
“All teams, final confirmation,” I whispered into my comm, my voice a low growl. “Objective Alpha is Cassian. Capture is the priority. Objective Bravo, the suppliers. One must be taken alive. Execute on my mark.”
A chorus of clipped, affirmative responses answered me. I took one last, steadying breath, the image of Isabella’s determined face in my mind. This was for her. For our fut
