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Chapter Seventy Eight
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Shadow's DealStefan’s POV~I squatted in a Seryne safehouse, the stale atmosphere heavy with damp and regret, guilt a blade cleaving through my chest. Valenticia’s face — her piercing hazel eyes, her faith in me broken because of my cafe heart-to-heart with Natasha — haunted me. I’ve hurt her, I thought, feeling my heart like a raw wound. It was Gregor Galden’s doing, driving the deal with the threat to her life—“Spy on her, or she dies”—a bargain I despised but accepted to keep her alive. As the safehouse’s crumbling walls closed in and Seryne’s neon buzz filtered through the boarded windows, terror spiked as I hacked into the logs that tracked Natasha’s serum shipments on a burner laptop. “For you, Valenticia,” I muttered under my breath, sabotaging her lines, shipping crates to no man’s land, resolve dimming like a light with a short in it.There, too, fear pulsed, casting Gregor’s spies a shadow I couldn’t shake. Their drones had been buzzing Seryne’s alleys last night, hunting m
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Pier’s Reckoningvalenticia's POV~I was on Seryne’s pier, the waves beating below, a roaring noise, blitzed by the fear in my chest. Ravi Patel stood at the end of the pier, a silhouette against the lights, smirk chilling, slowly turning my way. “You’re late, Clawford.” Mentz snarled, that cutting-in-the-air voice of his, which sounded like sanding boards across salt air. My heart pounded, fear sharp—Christ, he’s Gregor’s mole, but how much more does he know? The tape recorder in my pocket hummed, awaiting his confession, heavy with Rosanna’s file, my satchel. Eleanor’s locket was warm against my clothes, and my mother’s voice whispered against the locket-- Hush, my star--and I was determined. “Speak, Ravi,” I said sternly — “why would you betray us?” His laughter was ice, “Stefan has delivered you to Gregor - your lover has sold you out”. My heart split, agony shard piercing through—Stefan?Fear spiked, piercing doubt—are we already lost? I held the phone, live-feed of Seryne’s und
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Traitor’s GameNatasha's POV~I braced myself against the rusted railing of my Seryne dockside lair, the scent of salt and diesel tearing at my nostrils, a smirk pulling at my lips while I paged through Ravi Patel’s intel on my tablet. “She’s trapped,” I grumbled, Valenticia Clawford’s leaks—the ousting of Galden’s board, the tying of Lazareth to serum—gleaming like pressed metal I’d soon squash. The shadows of the warehouse danced, decoy serum crates slumbering, my effort to bait Valenticia wobbling as purchasers recoiled from her transmission. A small bright flicker of fear—Gregor’s going to turn me in, isn’t he? My leather jacket groaned, red hair spilling over one eye, my knife’s handle cool in my hand, a leash to hold on to. Gregor’s sham arrest, his cold voice echoing in my head from our previous conversation, was a chain I would’ve broken, but now his silence bit at me— what was he up to? And drove the fear down, the ambition searing to overtake him.The tablet’s blue light ca
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Dr. Patel's POV-Rosanna’s file lay open on my desk, and it screamed betrayal: Ravi, my brother, named as Galden’s mole. How could he? I thought, my hands shaking, our memories as boys — sharing kites under Mumbai’s sky — in flames now. Fear shot through me like a cold pulse as I opened a secure line to Valenticia, my voice quavering: “Ravi’s double-crossing you, releasing your plans to Gregor. Her breathless voice snapped: “Patel, you’re sure?” I clutched at the desk, “Rosanna’s evidence—it’s him. The thing was, my Galden past — as a serum trigger-maker — was smothering me with shame. I had made this bad dream, I thought, feeling a surge of fear. Valenticia’s firm, “Get proof,” centred me, but dread murmured — can I meet my brother?The monitors hummed, Valenticia’s Galden Exposed leak looping, Ravi’s name a wound. I hacked a drive stolen from him, serum formulas I’d designed, reworked now for warheads…and I can’t do it, Ravi, my fingers fumbling, heart pounding—he’s not the Ravi I u
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Board’s GambitValenticias POV~“Clara Vane, tech support,” I said, forcing calm into my voice despite the tremor pounding in my chest, and thrusting a fake badge at the security desk of Seryne’s glassy high-rise. The guard, his eyes glacial beneath the lobby’s chandeliers of crystal, nodded, beckoning for me to pass forward. My heart was thumping, my tech assistant disguise — a black blazer, fake glasses, brunette wig — felt like a construction-paper shield against Galden’s empire. The elevator buzzed upward, delivering me to the 40th floor where Gregor’s board gathered in their Lazareth serum ties, the secret I would reveal. Rosanna’s file, nestled in the bottom of my satchel, seared my side, claiming that Dr. Patel’s brother, Ravi, a spy who supplied Gregor with information—is Patel compromised? A grim spike of fear went through me, like a cold blade, shattering trust that I had only recently rebuilt. My fingers found the locket Eleanor gave me, the silver rose a link to my mother
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The Final StageRosanna's POV~The old theatre of Seryne was a ruin of decayed glory, its velvet curtains torn, its atmosphere as laden with dust as with the ghostly echo of clapping long gone. I lurked in the shadows of the balcony, strands of silver hair tucked beneath a dark scarf, my hands pressed against the broken railing, fear stabbing keen in my chest. Beneath, on the splintered boards of the stage, Valencia stood opposite Dr. Elias Marrow, her dark hair aglow in a dim spotlight, her pose defiant, although I’d glimpsed the tremble she tried to conceal. I felt it in my heart, fear was a savage sword—she’s so young, so brave. The memory chip’s revelations, Gregor Galden’s serum stash, Natasha’s uncovered leak—this was all forming a noose tightening around my granddaughter, my Eleanor’s heritage. The silence of the theater was oppressive, Seryne’s midnight still shattered only by the straining of old wood, and I leaned forward, my shawl slipping, fear whispering what if we lose h
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