The penthouse was packed.
Sera. Dorian. Lyra. Riven. Finn.
My father.
And Kael.
They filled the space like a living, breathing army—each of them fierce, each of them loyal, each of them ready to burn the world down for the family they'd chosen.
I stood at the center of it all, my father's journal clutched against my chest, the fire in my heart burning brighter than ever.
Kael stepped forward. His voice was low, commanding—the voice of a leader who'd been waiting for this moment his entire life.
"We're going to war," he said. "The Syndicate. Ashford. My mother. They've all been playing us. They've been manipulating the noble families for decades. They've been killing, betraying, and destroying anyone who got in their way."
He paused. His golden eyes swept across the room.
"And it's
