LOGIN"Don't press that button, mom."Celeste's voice became consistent. Cold. Her gun pointed properly at her mother's head.Her mother smiled. Finger hovering over the detonator. "You may not shoot me. You have by no means been capable of hurting me. not clearly.”"Try me."Outside, explosions rocked the estate. Gunfire. Screaming. The attack had started. Helena's team at the front. Marcus in the tunnels. Everyone is fighting. Everyone is dying.And here they were. Mother and daughter. One finger away from ending it all."You know what's funny?" Her mother's smile got wider. "I actually loved you once. When you were little. Before I knew what you'd become.""What did I become?""My biggest mistake. I should have killed you when you were born. Should have seen what a threat you'd be."The words should have hurt. But they didn't. Celeste was done hurting."So do it," she said. "Press the button. Kill us all. But know that everything you built is already gone. The world knows the truth now.
"I thought you were lifeless."Celeste stood within the doorway. Blood on her cheek. The gun is still heated in her hand. She stared at Damien like he would possibly disappear."nearly." He leaned at the wall, one hand pressed to his aspect. Blood darkened his shirt. "Rylan's bullet neglected my coronary heart by an inch.""How did you get out?""Marcus grabbed me. Threw me in an automobile. We slightly made it."Celeste closed the gap in two brief steps and hugged him tough. He winced however held her."I have no idea I lost you," she whispered."not but. no longer tonight."They just stood there for a long term — respiration, clinging to the reality that they were nevertheless breathing. The safehouse smelled of damp and vintage dust. Quiet. Empty except for them."Maybe we should talk," Damien said finally."I know."They dropped onto the worn couch. The springs dug into them. Everything felt thin, like it could snap."Tomorrow could be it," he said. "Our last day.""Don't say that
"We're going to die if we do this."Marcus stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, face grim. Around him sat fifteen people—the last of three families that once controlled everything.Celeste looked at each face. Some young. Some are old. All scared. All tired."Maybe," she said quietly. "But we die anyway if we don’t try.""She’s right," Damien added, standing beside her. His shoulder was still bandaged from the last fight. "Rylan won’t stop. Not until we’re all dead or under his control.""So what’s your plan?" Helena asked. She used to run Belmont security. "Storm the estate with fifteen people against his army?""Not just fifteen," Celeste replied. "More are coming.""How many more?""Enough."It was a lie. Sort of. They had maybe thirty people total. Rylan had over a hundred. But Celeste couldn’t tell them that. Not yet.Thomas, a young man from the Kavanagh family, spoke up. He’d lost everyone to Rylan last month. "Even if we get inside, how do we expose the truth? Rylan c
"You have twelve hours, Celeste. Then I start killing everyone you love."The message came at three a.m. Rylan attached a video. Celeste hit play with trembling hands.The screen showed a dim warehouse. Six people sat tied to chairs — allies who’d helped her. In the middle of them was someone who made her stomach drop.Her brother. The real one.“No,” she breathed.Damien looked over her shoulder. “When did he get him back?”“I thought we moved him somewhere safe,” she said.“Nowhere is safe from Rylan,” Damien answered.Rylan walked into frame and smiled at the camera. “Twelve hours, sister. Come alone. Surrender yourself and the heir documents. Or watch everyone die.”The screen went black. Celeste threw the phone. It hit the wall and cracked.“We need to think,” Damien said.“There’s nothing to think about. He has my brother.”“It’s a trap.”“I know it’s a trap. But what am I supposed to do? Let him die?”“We find another way.”“There is no other way!” She snapped. “He’s my brother
"They found us."Damien’s voice reduces through the dark. Celeste jerked conscious, hand attaining the gun beneath her pillow."How many?""At least ten. Maybe more. Coming from the east side."Celeste rolled out of bed, heart pounding. "Where’s Mila?""Back room. I’ll get her.""No. I will. You hold them off."She ran down the hall, toes slapping the cold floor. Behind her, glass shattered. Voices shouted. Gunfire.She burst into Mila’s room. The little woman was sitting up, eyes huge."Celeste?""We ought to go. Now.""Why?""Horrific human beings found us. However, I wouldn't let them hurt you."She grabbed Mila’s hand. They ran back in the direction of the hallway. Gunfire grew louder.Damien appeared. "They’re coming through the front and kitchen. We need the basement exit.""Where’s Mila-One?""Down there. Getting the car ready."They ran for the basement door. Celeste shielded Mila with her body."Stop right there!"A voice. Marcus. Her father’s old friend.She turned. Gun rais
"The documents are in a safety deposit box. Financial institution of Geneva. Account number 4721-8956-3302."Celeste’s voice came out flat. Empty. She stared at Rylan whilst his guys kept their weapons on her and Damien.Rylan smiled. "See? That wasn’t so hard.""Let Mila go.""Of course." He tapped his phone. "Stand down. Leave the girl."Celeste’s body wanted to collapse. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she knew Mila was safe.Rylan walked closer. "You know what’s funny? You actually thought you could win. That you and your little boyfriend could take down families that have existed for centuries.""We’re not done yet," Damien said.Rylan laughed. "Yes. You are."He raised his gun. Pointed it at Damien’s head."No!" Celeste stepped in front of him."Move.""Shoot me first."Rylan’s smile widened. "You know what? I think I will."He shifted the gun toward her. His finger started to squeeze the trigger.Glass shattered above them. Something metal hit the ground. Smoke exploded ev







