The chamber hadn’t settled from the blood still steaming on the marble when the sound of boots echoed.
More men spilled in. The rest of Mia’s guards, encircling the room like wolves closing in. Blades, pistols, steel rods — all gleaming under the chandelier.
I laughed.
A cold, dangerous laugh that made some of them flinch. My voice cut through the thick silence.
“I didn’t know people like you still existed,” I said, locking my gaze on Mia. “A queen of carrion, feeding on corpses.”
Her painted lips curled in a calm smile. “Don’t be dramatic. I have no feud with you. Everything I do is for business. Erasing anything that hinders my job — that’s all.”
I stepped closer, ignoring the circle of weapons around me. My eyes burned into hers.
“Tell me, Mia. Are you proud of yourself? Building
