At night, Geneva sparkled like glass under the moonlight—so pristine it seemed delicate.
However, Sienna was aware of the truth. The city was a bastion of diplomacy and hidden agendas, where whispered favors were exchanged in opulent corridors. Now, it had become the epicenter of the final showdown.
The Tribunal was scheduled. They had a mere seventy-two hours.
Seventy-two hours to get ready.
To endure.
To establish the truth beyond doubt.
They operated from a secure suite arranged by Judge LaRoche—a fortified space masquerading as a luxury hotel floor. The walls were lined with encryption. A former MI6 operative managed security. Yet, none of them found rest.
Tasha leaned over three screens, sorting through files to create manageable evidence packets.
Jack was in c
