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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
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Elena Moretti did not announce herself because she never had to.The estate felt her before anyone saw her, security recalibrating, guards stiffening with a confusion they couldn’t explain. Lucien felt it too, a disturbance that had nothing to do with threat levels and everything to do with memory.By the time he reached the receiving hall, she was already there.She stood exactly where she knew he would look first, framed by the tall windows, sunlight catching in her dark hair like it used to when she stood beside him on balconies overlooking cities they’d broken together. She hadn’t aged—she’d sharpened. Beauty honed into precision. Power worn like silk.“Elena,” Lucien said.She turned slowly, a smile curving her mouth that was all familiarity and possession. “You still say my name like it belongs to you.”“It doesn’t,” he replied.She laughed softly, stepping closer, eyes roaming his face as if she were reacquainting herself with something she’d never accepted losing. “You look go
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Lucien didn’t remove his hand from her shoulder right away.The contact was subtle, meant to steady, meant to reassure — but it did something else entirely. Evelyn felt it travel through her, grounding and igniting all at once. The house seemed to recognize the shift too, systems recalibrating as if responding to an unspoken command.“Come with me,” Lucien said quietly.They didn’t go deeper into the estate. They moved upward, into a part of the house that wasn’t designed for war rooms or strategy — wide windows, high ceilings, spaces meant to remind a man why he was fighting at all. A place Lucien rarely used.The door closed behind them. This time, no alarms interrupted.Lucien turned to her, the edge of command softened but not gone. “What happened in that corridor shouldn’t have been possible.”Evelyn crossed her arms, more for control than comfort. “Yet it was.”“You felt him before you saw him,” Lucien said. “Didn’t you?”“Yes.” She hesitated. “And that’s what scares me.”Lucien
THE BIDDING ROOM CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
The east wing was quiet in a way that felt intentional. There were no guards at the doors and no footsteps echoing beyond the walls.Just the low hum of the house, systems breathing beneath stone and steel. Evelyn stood at the window of Lucien’s room, the city spread beneath her like a living thing — lights pulsing, secrets moving unseen. She should have felt exposed here. Instead, she felt claimed by the silence.Behind her, the door closed, softly in a way that suggested not waking up or disturbing who was in the room. She didn’t turn right away. She knew who it was already. She felt him before she saw him — the shift in the air, the way the room tightened around his presence. Lucien didn’t rush her. He never rushed anything that mattered.“You’re awake,” he said.“I wasn’t planning on sleeping,” she replied.A pause.“Neither was I.”That was when she turned. Lucien stood a few feet away from her, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled back, the sharp edge of command stripped down to
THE BIDDING ROOM CHAPTER THIRTY
Silence followed, but not the kind that meant safety.It was the waiting kind. Lucien felt it in the way the house held its breath, in the subtle delay before systems responded, in the tension humming beneath the marble floors. The enemy had withdrawn, yes, but predators didn’t flee unless they were circling.He guided Evelyn away from the console, his hand firm at her back. She leaned into the touch without thinking, her body finally acknowledging the toll. The power she’d unleashed still crackled beneath her skin, a low burn that hadn’t decided whether it would consume her or sustain her.“We need air,” he said quietly. “And distance.”Matteo was already moving, barking orders into his comm, blood drying dark on his sleeve. “The south corridor is clear. For now.”Lucien nodded. “For now is enough.”They moved fast, not running, but purposeful. The vault sealed behind them with a finality that felt like a promise and a threat all at once. As they ascended, Evelyn’s thoughts began to
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The alarms didn’t scream anymore. They listened. A low, predatory hum rolled through the vault, the kind of sound designed not to panic but to focus—to pull every system, every weapon, every contingency into alignment. Red light washed the walls, then steadied into a controlled amber. Containment protocol. Lucien moved before Evelyn could take another step toward the console. He didn’t grab her. He didn’t restrain her. He placed himself directly in her line of sight. “Evelyn,” he said, and her name, her real name—cut through the noise. “If you open that lock without understanding the cost, you won’t just start a war.” She met his gaze, pulse roaring in her ears. “I’m already inside one.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But this one ends with the world rearranging itself around you.” Behind him, the screens flickered, struggling to maintain connection as external feeds dropped one by one. Ports. Banks. Shell corporations. Old-world syndicates that had survived by becoming invisible. And at
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The knock came at 3:17 a.m, not sharp, not urgent and polite.Lucien was already awake. He didn’t reach for a weapon. He reached for the wall panel instead, thumb brushing the biometric seal that armed half the room in silence. Only then did he speak.“Enter.”The door opened, not Damien. It wasn’t a guard.The woman who stepped inside moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had never been questioned in this house — because she had built half of it.Maribel. Head of internal intelligence. Ghost architect.A woman Lucien trusted because she had never lied to him. Until now.“We have a breach,” she said calmly.Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Where.”“Not the perimeter,” Maribel replied. “The past.”Lucien said nothing.She placed a thin folder on his desk. It wasn’t marked. It didn’t need to be.“This arrived through a dead channel,” she continued. “Yakuza origin. Authenticated. Old blood.”Lucien opened it and the world shifted.Inside was a single photograph.A group of children sta
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