Mag-log inLucien's POVThe iron transport finally screeched to a halt and the heavy doors groaned open to reveal the jagged black cliffs of San Marco, and the fortress was a massive pile of ancient stone that looked like it had grown out of the salt spray and the shadows of the Sicilian coast. The air was thick with the smell of the sea and the exhaust from the armored motorcade waiting for us on the pier, and I could see the flags of the other families flying from the battlements which meant the Commission had already arrived for the summit. Francesco stepped off the train first and he didn't even look back at us as he was greeted by a line of soldiers in formal black uniforms, and I gripped Alessia’s hand one last time before the guards stepped between us and signaled that we were to be separated for the afternoon briefing."Just stay quiet and keep your eyes on the exits and I’ll find you the second I can get away from my father’s handlers," I whispered to her as they led her toward the hig
Alessia's POVThe elevator ride down felt like we were being lowered into a grave and the air turned stale and metallic as the doors opened to reveal not a sleek train station but a dark, concrete tunnel where a massive armored transport sat idling on the tracks, and the vehicle looked like a jagged block of iron with narrow slits for windows and heavy rivets along the sides that made it look more like a submarine than a luxury maglev. Lucien held my hand so tight it hurt but I didn't pull away because the sight of that iron beast made my skin crawl and I could see the guards in Valenti black standing along the platform with their hands on their holsters and their eyes hidden behind dark visors."He called it a maglev to make it sound like a miracle but it’s just a cage on wheels and we’re being shipped off to Sicily like cattle for the slaughter," I whispered as we walked up the metal ramp and the heavy hydraulic door hissed shut behind us with a sound that felt very permanent."It's
Lucien’s POVThe barrel of my rifle was steady but my heart was doing a frantic dance against my ribs as I stared at Francesco Moretti, and he just sat there behind that massive desk like he was waiting for us to ask for an allowance instead of holding him at gunpoint. The screens behind him were glowing with maps of the coastline and I could see the green mist spreading across the digital terrain, and Francesco just tapped a pen against his chin and looked at me with a bored expression that made me want to pull the trigger just to see if he would finally blink."You can put the gun down, Lucien, because if you fire a single shot the pressure sensors in this room will seal the vents and you’ll be breathing a pure concentration of the agent before the shell even hits the floor," Francesco said as he gestured toward the ceiling where several small nozzles were tucked into the corners."We didn't come here to listen to your threats or your science lectures, Francesco, so just tell us how
Lucien’s POVThe heavy doors of the ballroom hissed shut behind us and cut off the sound of the orchestra in a single second, and we were left standing in a corridor that was so white and sterile it made my eyes ache after the dim red light of the alcove. I adjusted the weight of my rifle and looked at Alessia who was still smoothing down her hair but her expression had shifted back into that cold and focused mask she wore when she was ready to kill, and we started walking down the hall but we didn't get far before the walls began to change. Instead of plain metal panels there were glass displays built into the sides of the corridor and I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning when I saw a wooden toy horse that I had played with when I was five years old sitting right next to a photo of my mother from the summer she spent in Capri."He’s trying to get inside our heads before we even reach the door and he’s using our own memories as a way to distract us from th
Alessia’s POVThe Black Guard didn't open fire when we stepped out from behind the pillar because I held the leather-bound ledger high above my head like a white flag and the lead soldier signaled for his team to lower their pulse rifles while he checked the GPS tag on the binding, and he didn't say a word as he gestured for us to follow him through the heavy steel of the Great Gate and into a pressurized lift that smelled like ozone and expensive lilies. We descended even deeper into the bedrock of the Palatine Hill and when the doors finally slid open I expected to see a military command center but instead I was blinded by the light of a thousand crystal chandeliers hanging from a vaulted ceiling that had been carved directly into the ancient Roman earth. It was a massive ballroom filled with people in silk gowns and tuxedoes who were wearing ornate animal masks and they were laughing and drinking champagne while the sound of a live orchestra drowned out the groaning of the pumps
Matteo’s POVThe static in my ears was turning into a series of sharp, rhythmic pulses that made the air feel like it was vibrating against my skin, and every time I blinked the colors of the room shifted until the shadows looked like deep purple bruises and the light from the monitors was a blinding, electric blue. My eyes felt tight and itchy in their sockets and when I caught my reflection in a dark screen I saw that the brown of my iris had vanished completely and was replaced by a glowing, unnatural sapphire color that didn't look human anymore. Alessia and Lucien were huddled over a thermal map near the shattered console and they were arguing about the fastest route to the central hub but their voices sounded slow and distorted to me, and the thumping of their hearts was so loud in my head that I had to step away just to breathe without feeling like I was being choked by the sound."I'm just going to check the corridor to make sure those scientists didn't have a backup securit
Alessia’s POVThe heavy door of the hotel suite clicked shut and I saw Lucien leaning against the frame with his face looking gray and his clothes smelling like gunpowder and damp stone, and he didn't even take his coat off before he walked over to the table and told me that we had a major problem
Lucien’s POVI slammed the final detonator into place and wiped the sweat from my forehead while the heavy silence of the basement felt like it was pressing in on me, but suddenly the phone in my pocket let out a sharp and high-pitched vibration that I knew was the silent alarm for the hotel room.
Alessia’s POVThe hotel room was filled with the smell of cold rain and cheap takeaway food that nobody had touched, and I watched Lucien as he laid out several small blocks of gray explosive material on the bed while he explained that Elena wasn't going to wait for my twenty-four-hour deadline to
Alessia’s POVThe lobby of the Romano & Associates building was so bright and white that it made my eyes ache as I stepped across the polished marble floor, and the sound of my heels clicking against the stone seemed to echo all the way up to the high ceiling while I tried to keep my breathing stea







