Kara's mother POV
They thought I was dead.
A car crash. A burnt body. A closed casket.
How convenient.
How naive.
From the shadows of the forest, I watched the Grayson mansion flicker in the distance, a pale white jewel nestled in darkness. Always so pristine. So proud. So perfect.
Just like her.
*Leena Stanford-Grayson.*
My teeth ground together at the name.
The child my sister chose over her own blood. The daughter she raised with soft lullabies and gold-spun dresses while my Kara learned to fight, to steal, to survive.
Leena was never meant to inherit the throne.
That honor belonged to *us*.
To Kara.
To me.
I pressed the communicator against my ear. “Report.”
Zack’s voice crackled back. “Tunnel secured. Phase Two begins tonight.”
“Any resistance?”
“Minimal. But they’re
