~RosyLuna’s gaze swept over us like a robot, slow, deliberate, weighing every expression, every twitch of muscle. The dining table was set as though we were guests at a royal banquet, polished silverware, crystal goblets catching the faint glimmer of the chandelier above, platters of steaming delicacies placed with precision. But there was nothing warm about this scene. It was a display. A performance. A reminder of who held the stage.Her fingers traced the rim of her wine glass as she leaned back, feigning ease. “I’m not a coward who kills with poison slipped into a drink,” she said, her voice silken but firm. “So, rest assured you have nothing to fear tonight. And I’m not stupid either. I need your help to bring down Thorne, so even if I wanted to kill you… probably not now. Eat.” The command was casual, but none of us was ready to follow it.Her words might have worked on someone less determined. But Katherine’s jaw was set like stone. She didn’t so much as glance at the food.
~Elena“Yes or no? Will you help me, or not?” I asked, my voice a blade, impossible to ignore.He lowered his head, like I’d forced him to weigh a choice that could tear him apart. “Let me hear your plans,” he said slowly. “And tell me, do you have the password to the Obsidian Sons or not?”Most people flinched at the sound of it. I didn’t. I simply leaned back in my chair, letting a faint smile curl my lips.“Obsidian Sons?” I murmured, as if he’d just mentioned the weather. “Now… that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.”“Are you helping me because of the Obsidian Sons, or because you’re genuinely invested in me reclaiming the ground Luna ripped from under me?” I asked, closing the distance until my fingertips brushed the edge of his desk.“I understand you want to take over again,” he said, his tone steady, “but Luna never stole your place. You disappeared, the company was crumbling, and she did what was necessary to keep it alive.”I tilted my head, smiling as if amused. “The
~ElenaI stepped out of my Lamborghini, the engine’s purr fading into the crisp Scottish air. Slipping my black shades from my face, I took in the view.Scotland. Finally.Before me, the company towered, a sleek, thirty-two story monument of glass and steel slicing into the gray sky. A skyscraper that practically dripped with money and power.Three guards moved toward me in unison, boots striking the pavement with disciplined movement. Their eyes gave nothing away. I couldn’t tell if they recognized me or if I was just another guest they’d been ordered to escort. Well, it's been years so people who were guards around that time would have been probably disbanded or anyhow not here anymore.“Take me to whoever’s in charge right now,” I said, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. “Whoever holds the reins when the queen is away.”I knew Luna ruled this place, but she wouldn’t be here. Not today. Probably. I heard Katherine and her crews already found out her location.The guards excha
~LunaAnd then… just like that I wiped my tears away, the weakness vanished.I straightened, smoothed my gown, and raised my chin, forcing the sting in my eyes to burn into something else, something sharper. My lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.“Oh.” My voice was soft, almost casual. “Then I suppose Thorne just signed his own death warrant.”I let my gaze sweep over each of them, lingering just long enough to make them squirm. “Now… where were we?” I asked, as though we’d been discussing nothing more than the weather, as though Marcel had never existed.“The fact that we’re on the same page is truly exciting,” Katherine said, her smile carrying that sly, dangerous charm she wore like a weapon.“Killing Thorne?” I tilted my head, scanning each of them,.Reid, Freya, Lucien, Rosy, Lorenzo before letting my gaze settle back on the self-appointed leader. “Do you have an actual plan?”A beat of silence.“Or…” I let my eyes narrow, voice laced with contempt, “are you planning to challe
~LunaThe dim light overhead cast jagged shadows across the walls, stretching and twisting like restless spirits. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I stood by the doorway, watching him fight those shackles for the hundredth time as if sheer stubbornness could break forged steel.The heavy door groaned open, and two of my guards stepped inside. Their presence was always like a cold draft. One of them, a tall brute with eyes like black ice, spoke in a flat, almost mechanical tone.“You have guests.”My lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. Guests. That could only mean one thing, his people had finally crawled their way here. I glanced at Raven, who paused mid-struggle, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his temples.“I assume your fellow goons are here,” I said lightly, as though announcing the arrival of my own old friends. “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to strike a deal with them in your absence.” I lifted my hand to my lips, kissing my index finger delicately, then pre
~ThorneI stood by the doorway, silent, watching her. Elena moved around the room with sharp, deliberate motions, shoving clothes and weapons into a worn leather bag. She hadn’t noticed me yet or maybe she had and simply didn’t care.She’d made it clear earlier that she was going after Luna alone. No backup. No discussion. No me.Her focus was unshakable, but there was something brittle in the way her hands tightened around every item she packed, like each piece she threw in was another nail in the coffin she was building for Luna or herself.I’d been standing here longer than I should’ve, just watching.“Elena,” I finally said, my voice low enough to make her pause mid-movement.She didn’t turn. “Don’t start, Thorne.”“I’m not starting anything. I’m trying to understand why you think this is something you have to do alone.” I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. “You’re not walking into a street brawl. This is Luna.”“That’s exactly why I’m going alone.” She zipped the