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Chapter Eighty: The Crown Made of Knives

作者: Vickybee
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-08 10:50:22

Power did not announce itself with trumpets.

It arrived quietly—like a blade pressed gently against the spine.

Aria understood that the moment the second invitation came.

This one wasn’t an envelope.

It was a phone call.

No number.

No trace.

No greeting.

Just a voice—calm, cultured, and utterly unafraid.

“You have forty-eight hours to arrive in Vienna,” the voice said. “Alone would be preferable. Together will be… tolerated.”

Aria didn’t answer immediately.

Damian watched her from across the room, already reading her expression.

“Send the coordinates,” she finally said.

The line went dead.

Damian exhaled slowly. “So this is it.”

“This is Act Three,” Aria replied. “Where villains stop hiding and start recruiting.”

They didn’t argue.

That was the most terrifying part.

No raised voices.

No warnings.

No desperate pleas.

Just the quiet understanding that if they were going to survive what came next, they had to become something sharper than fear.

“You know what this means,” Damian said as
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