Isla Calloway had spent her life playing the game.
Tonight, she was rewriting the rules.
Lucas Reyes lay motionless on the pavement, blood staining his shirt.
The Kingmaker’s men thought it was over.
Thought she had finally proven her loyalty.
But Isla knew the truth.
Lucas wasn’t dead.
She had missed on purpose, the bullet grazing his side instead of piercing his heart.
A calculated risk.
A dangerous gamble.
And now?
Now she had seconds to act before they discovered the lie.
The Kingmaker took a slow step forward, his dark eyes gleaming as he surveyed Lucas’s lifeless body.
"Well done," he murmured.
Isla forced herself to stay calm.
To remain in character.
She lowered her gun and turned to face him.
"He was never meant to survive," she said coldly.
The Kingmaker studied
