로그인The medical wing was bathed in a pale, early light when Althea entered.Morning had fully broken now, but the quiet here remained unchanged. The wing is still, controlled, suspended somewhere between life and recovery. The steady hum of machines filled the air again, a rhythm she had long since learned to read like a second language.Seraphina Valtieri lay where she had been for days.Unmoving.But no longer unreachable.Althea stepped in without a word, already slipping into that familiar space between detachment and care. She reviewed the monitors first, looking at the heart rate steady, oxygen levels stable, neurological responses beginning to normalize.Good. She thought as she glanced at the tablet she is holding. Very good.She moved closer to the bed, her fingers gentle but precise as she checked pupil response, then reached for her tablet to check the chart at the foot of the bed.“Sedation has been fully tapered.” She murmured to herself as she entered the notes. “No signs of
The attack began before dawn.The sky was still wrapped in darkness when the engines started.Inside the motor court, three matte-black vehicles idled in silence, their headlights off. The cold air carried the faint scent of oil and damp earth as men moved with quiet precision around them.Dominic stood beside the lead vehicle, pulling on a pair of gloves.Sebastian approached him, a tablet in hand.“Patrol rotations have been confirmed.” He said quietly. “Same pattern as yesterday.”Dominic nodded once.“Eight seconds.” He muttered.Sebastian tapped the screen, nodding.“Eight seconds.” He echoed.Across the courtyard, Enzo checked the magazine on his rifle before slinging it across his shoulder.“Just to confirm.” He muttered. “We’re trusting a four-year-old’s map drawing.”His father, Vincent walked past him without slowing together with Antonio.“That four-year-old was right.” Vincent reminded.Enzo sighed.“Great.” He said dryly. “I’ve officially been out strategized by a prescho
Sebastian stood near the map. “You shouldn’t bring him here again.” He said quietly. He remained silent for a long while to let his words sink in. “There will be more of these meetings and a while ago should be his last. It will get darker and deadlier.”Dominic leaned back against the table.“I know.”Sebastian studied him.“Do you?” He questioned intently.Dominic looked toward the spot where Nicholas had drawn his line earlier.“You saw their faces.”Sebastian nodded.“They all realized what he did.” Dominic explained with a sigh. He finally looked at Sebastian directly. “And I know that observation is the problem.”Sebastian crossed his arms.“Exactly.”Dominic rubbed his temples.“He wouldn’t let go of me.” He continued. “I tried leaving him with his mother, but he was adamant. Althea tried to calm him but finally allowed it when he was about to break down.”“He thinks he’s guarding you.” Sebastian observed, allowing himself a faint smile. “After seeing you that night, he’s makin
The war room doors closed with a quiet thud as Dominic entered.The room looks plain. No decorations, no unnecessary furniture.It only contains a central table where maps and intelligence gathered, and the walls lined with screens that could display the world’s chaos at a moment’s notice.Tonight, the room felt heavier.Sebastian Ardent stood at the center of the table.Even after years of hiding, the man carried the same quiet authority that had once made him Alessandro Valtieri’s most trusted strategist. When he called a meeting, people came.Dominic stepped inside first.And beside him, is Nicholas.The boy held Dominic’s hand tightly, his other hand gripping the familiar green triceratops that had become his constant companion. He was also holding the wooden knight piece.Dominic had tried to leave him upstairs.Nicholas had refused.“You promised you wouldn’t leave!” The boy had said, his voice small but stubborn.So, Dominic had brought him along.Around the table, the others w
The kitchen felt like a different world.The sharp edges that defined the rest of the house seemed to dull here. Sunlight stretched lazily across the marble counter, catching on glass jars and polished steel. The faint aroma of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, blending with the warmth of simmering broth and something sweet Nicholas had already decided was “his.”Althea sat across from him at the small breakfast table.This had become one of her favorite spot and moment.Just her and Nicholas alone.The way they used to be back at Helena’s island.Nicholas had claimed his usual spot to her right.The chair slightly too big for him, legs swinging idly beneath, a bowl of dinosaur-shaped pasta now half-finished in front of him, alongside slices of fruit he was carefully ignoring.And of course, his dinosaurs were back. They are now arranged beside his plate this time, slightly cramped, as if the “meeting” had been relocated.“The river is still not clean.” Nicholas said between bi
The medical wing was quieter than the rest of the house as it always was.The hum of machines replaced conversation, the steady rhythm of monitored breathing standing in for the chaos that usually followed them. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, softened by sheer curtains, casting a pale glow across the polished floors.Nurses come and go, monitoring the lone patient, Seraphina, making sure that they administer the medicine at the time given. From time to time, her guards would check on her, their loyalty plainly obvious as well as their concern.Nicholas sat cross-legged on one of the low tables near the far wall.Where Seraphina is.Every single one of his dinosaurs were all there.Tyrannosaurus. Triceratops. Velociraptors. A stegosaurus missing one plate. Even the long-necked brachiosaurus he insisted was “the oldest one, so he gets to decide things.”He carefully arranged them in two uneven lines facing each other.Then he leaned forward, completely immersed.“The river







