Chapter– The Siege at Dusk

The moment Wallace’s eyes locked with mine, a slow chill crept down my spine—colder than anything I’d felt even inside Nico’s fractured mind.

He was supposed to be dead.

We had seen the plane crash. We had buried the threats, silenced the co-conspirators, and ripped every piece of his empire apart.

And yet, there he stood.

Alive.

Smirking.

Like he’d never left.

“Lucien…” I choked out.

Lucien stood beside me at the basement door, shielding Nico instinctively, his hand already going to the firearm tucked into his belt. “It’s not just him,” he said darkly. “Look.”

Through the estate windows, black uniforms marched in rows,...