(Alessandro’s POV)
The word left her lips, quiet and final. "Do it. Burn him."
It was not a plea for vengeance. It was a command. In that moment, in the dusty, subterranean safe house, surrounded by glowing monitors, the last vestiges of the frightened art restorer I had taken from that gallery vanished completely. In her place stood a queen, her face a mask of cold, righteous fury, ready to set the world on fire.
Anya, our tech expert, didn't hesitate. Her fingers, which had been poised over the keyboard, became a blur of motion. With a final, decisive keystroke, she hit ‘enter.’ On the central monitor, a progress bar appeared and filled in a fraction of a second. A single word flashed in green: EXECUTED.
The first shot of our new war had been fired.
The ghost was in a cage back in C
