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She bowed slightly and turned to leave. Cassiel shut the door with his foot, walking the tray back toward the bed.Julian peeked an eye open, watching him. “Did I hear the words chips?”Cassiel placed the tray gently on the side table. “And juice.”Julian sat up a little, propping himself against the headboard. “Maria’s a national treasure.”“She probably thinks the same of you.”Julian reached for a chip. “She’s sweet. Better than Enzo.”Cassiel gave him a look. “That’s not a difficult comparison.”Julian crunched the chip, eyes closing with a satisfied hum. “Okay, this is heaven.”Cassiel passed him a glass of juice. “Sip slowly.”Julian took it with both hands. “You sound like a nurse.”“You’re still healing. I have to keep you alive.”“Romantic.”Cassiel gave him a deadpan look. “It is, in its own way.”Julian nudged his side. “You could’ve just said you cared.”Cassiel leaned back against the headboard besideThird POV Cassiel sat in the back of the black bulletproof SUV, legs crossed, head tilted slightly to the side as he reviewed the files on the tablet Enzo held open beside him. The screen displayed detailed profiles of remaining council members, the financial audits from offshore accounts, and weapons traced to the eastern dock shipments. "High probability it was rerouted through the Moller terminal. All unregistered crates match the shipment model you shut down last year,” Enzo said, tapping the data on the screen. Cassiel's jaw tightened slightly, but he remained composed. “They're getting bold.” Enzo glanced over. “You still want to go in alone?” Cassiel didn’t look up. “Yes.” Enzo hesitated, clearly uneasy. “I’ll wait at the entrance. But boss, if you don’t contact me within an hour and thirty…” Cassiel's gaze finally lifted, piercing. “Follow the plan. Annihilate everything breathing.” Enzo nodded o
Third POVCassiel adjusted his cuffs in front of the mirror, his face calm but eyes dark with unspoken thoughts. The silver pins on his collar gleamed under the soft light of the room. Everything about him looked composed—too composed, like a storm trapped in still water. His long black coat hung neatly on the stand, untouched, while his watch ticked with quiet authority against his wrist.Julian stood near the doorway with one crutch under his arm, watching quietly. His blue robe brushed his ankles, and his hair was still messy from sleep. He didn’t say anything for a long moment.Cassiel sensed him there but didn’t turn.“You’re leaving,” Julian finally said, voice low.Cassiel gave a small nod in the mirror. “I am.”Julian leaned his weight onto the crutch and slowly stepped into the room. “The Council?”“They called a private meeting. In person.”Julian frowned. “You’ve ignored five of their summons.”“Exactly why they now expect my attendance
Third POVInstead, he stepped toward the table, grabbed a tablet, and tapped it. “Enzo. Cross-reference the transfer logs of George and Edgar’s accounts. If Samuel touched even a fraction of them, I want to know where it went, who received it, and what was bought.”“I’m on it.”Back at the Morelli mansionThe gentle click of crutches echoed softly through the mansion's main hallway. Julian descended each step slowly, balancing himself carefully as he made his way down. The pain was dull now—still there, but manageable. Doctor Lee had warned him not to overdo it, but he was tired of being confined to bed.He reached the last step, adjusted his grip on the crutches, and began moving toward the living area when a loud voice stopped him in his tracks."I said, no one's leaving this kitchen until I get more potato chips!" Miss Maria’s voice rang out.Julian blinked, pausing in the hallway.A moment later, one of the younger kitchen helpers rushed out
Third POVAs a guard yanked Eddie’s arms behind his back, Enzo knelt in front of him, his tone dropping to a low snarl. “Cassiel gave you a chance. You refused it. Now you’ll answer to him directly.”Eddie glared at him. “He won’t dare kill me.”Enzo laughed humorlessly. “No. But he will make you wish you were dead.”He stood and gave a sharp nod. “Load them in. We’re taking them back to the estate.”“Sir,” one of the guards interrupted, “Thomas had a burner phone on him. Texts to someone listed as ‘S.’ Location pings match movement around the Eastern boundary.”Enzo’s expression hardened. “Ford.”Eddie stayed silent this time, lips pressed tight.Enzo turned to one of the guards. “Sweep the area. I want every shipment traced, every contact flagged. If there’s even a whiff of another buyer—”“We’ll find them,” the man nodded.As the prisoners were herded into the waiting black vans, Enzo remained still, surveying the mess. Blood stained the ce
Third POVShe bowed slightly and turned to leave. Cassiel shut the door with his foot, walking the tray back toward the bed.Julian peeked an eye open, watching him. “Did I hear the words chips?”Cassiel placed the tray gently on the side table. “And juice.”Julian sat up a little, propping himself against the headboard. “Maria’s a national treasure.”“She probably thinks the same of you.”Julian reached for a chip. “She’s sweet. Better than Enzo.”Cassiel gave him a look. “That’s not a difficult comparison.”Julian crunched the chip, eyes closing with a satisfied hum. “Okay, this is heaven.”Cassiel passed him a glass of juice. “Sip slowly.”Julian took it with both hands. “You sound like a nurse.”“You’re still healing. I have to keep you alive.”“Romantic.”Cassiel gave him a deadpan look. “It is, in its own way.”Julian nudged his side. “You could’ve just said you cared.”Cassiel leaned back against the headboard beside
Third POVCassiel entered the room silently, the kind of quiet only someone with years of discipline could manage. The air inside was cool and smelled faintly of lavender—probably Maria’s doing again with the diffusers. Soft curtains fluttered gently with the early morning breeze sneaking in through the slightly open window.He paused at the doorway, watching Julian still curled on the bed, limbs tangled in the duvet, lips parted slightly in sleep. His breathing was soft, even. Peaceful.Cassiel took a step forward and stood by the edge of the bed. No matter how long he looked, he never quite got used to the sight—Julian sleeping like that. So unaware. So untethered from everything that usually weighed him down. There was something precious about it.He reached down, gently adjusting the blanket so it covered Julian’s shoulders properly. He lingered a bit longer, fingers brushing against the warmth of the fabric, and then leaned down slightly to place a soft kiss on