The estate fell silent. Victor's body lay on the marble floor, his blood spreading in a dark stain that crept toward the edges of the room. The Founders' leadership stood frozen, their weapons lowered, their faces pale with shock.
Stone lowered his pistol, his hand trembling. He'd killed another man. Another leader. Another link in an endless chain of corruption and betrayal. But this time, it didn't feel like victory. It felt like exhaustion.
Elena moved to his side, her hand on his arm. "Logan. It's done."
Stone shook his head slowly. "It's never done. There's always another one. Another leader. Another conspiracy. Another shadow to chase."
She squeezed his arm. "Not tonight. Tonight, we rest."
Stone looked around the room. The Founders' leadership was in disarray, their faces a mix
