(Alessandro’s POV)
The decision was made. The hunt was on. The quiet, controlled atmosphere of the Citadel penthouse transformed into the tense, focused energy of a command center preparing for war. There was no time to waste. Every second that passed gave the ghost, Marco, more time to disappear into the shadows.
“We travel light,” I commanded, my voice sharp and clear. “A small team, one vehicle. A large convoy would attract too much attention.” I looked at my most trusted men. “Lucian, you’re with me. Marcus, you drive. Anya, you will be our eyes and ears from here. You do not sleep until we have him.”
As my men prepared, I saw Isabella in the bedroom, packing a small bag with a few essential items. Her face was a mask of cold, quiet determination. The part of me that was a king knew
