Chapter – Her Name Is Widow

The sound of the gunshot hadn’t stopped echoing in my mind.

Not even now.

Not even with my lungs burning from running.

Not even with my fingers trembling as I picked up the bloodstained photo of Nico’s mother from the ground.

Lucien crouched beside me, his knuckles pale, his jaw clenched so tightly I feared it might crack.

“Nico,” I whispered, my voice catching.

There was no reply—just the wind and the screaming silence that followed the shot. Dalia and Nico were gone.

Just… gone.

“Fan out!” Marco barked to the guards. “Sweep the entire perimeter. She couldn’t have gone far.”

“She’s not just...