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Chapter Fifty-Eight

Author: Enny Tiana
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-22 16:45:51

Palermo never slept. The city’s heartbeat throbbed beneath the cobblestones, a pulse that mirrored Amara’s own. She moved through the streets with calculated silence, her senses sharpened by the lingering adrenaline of the previous battles. Every shadow, every flicker of movement, every distant footstep could conceal a threat, and she knew it.

Luca trailed just behind, a silent sentinel. His presence was both comfort and caution. “You’ve been tense since the last operation,” he murmured, his hand brushing hers briefly as they navigated a narrow alley.

“I can’t shake it,” she admitted, eyes scanning the darkened streets. “The remnants of the faction are still out there, hiding, waiting. And something tells me there’s a greater game at play—a mastermind pulling the strings from the shadows.”

Luca’s jaw tightened. “Then we find them before they find us. We finish this, Amara. Together.”

She let the word hang between them, a binding vow, before slipping a knife from her coat—a glint o
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