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Chapter 84 - Queen Or Executioner

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last update Last Updated: 2025-06-19 12:53:02

The storm over Berlin had begun to mirror what stirred in Talana.

Heavy rain ran in rivulets down the tall windows of the safehouse, streaking across the distorted reflection of her face as she stood silent, arms folded, gaze locked on the distant skyline. Somewhere out there, another outpost burned, one of De Marco’s mid-level data hubs that Mariano’s team had gutted just before dawn.

Talana hadn’t spoken much after they returned. Not during the debriefing. Not even when Matteo tried to joke that they were running out of safehouses to torch.

She was stone, colder than the rain, and Massimo could feel it from where he sat, a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand and the weight of months resting on his shoulders.

“You didn’t sleep,” he said, quietly.

She didn’t turn. “Didn’t need to.”

“You haven’t slept in three days.”

“Then maybe I’ll sleep when this city chokes on its ashes.”

Massimo’s brow tightened. He stood and crossed the room, setting the glass down. She still wouldn’t look at
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