The room where Davin waited was no longer an office—it was a remnant.

Once, this floor had been the nerve center of an empire. Glass walls, steel lines, power humming in every corner. Now, the lights were dimmed to half, the city outside reduced to a distant smear of gold and shadow. The name on the door had already been removed.

Alyssa stood just inside the threshold, heels silent against the polished floor. She hadn’t come out of triumph. She hadn’t come out of mercy.

She had come for closure.

Davin sat by the window, no guards, no assistants. His suit was still expensive, still perfectly tailored—but it hung differently...