Chapter 56
The envelope arrived at dawn. No return address, no postmark. Just a single sheet of paper with a message typed in cold, impersonal letters:
Only one of you survives this week. Adrian or Mikhail. Choose, or we choose for you. You have seven days.
She stared at it, her blood running cold. Adrian read it over her shoulder, his body going rigid.
"Who sent this?" she asked.
"Could be anyone. The Columbians, the Chinese, remnants of Rossini's people." He pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Alexei."
The emergency meeting was convened within an hour. Everyone was there: Adrian, Alexei, Mikhail, Viktor, Nadia, even Konstantin in his wheelchair, looking grim.
"This is a power play," Konstantin said, examining the letter. "Someone wants to fracture the alliance by forcing you to eli
