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“Fingerprints,” Valeria said, kneeling beside the senator’s overturned desk inside the study, a tablet already glowing in her hand as her forensic team swept the room. “On a folder of private documents pulled from his safe. Whoever killed him wanted this file specifically.”
“Whose prints?” Dante asked, his voice tight, still scanning the darkened gardens through the study’s sh
Chapter 70The blast still rang in my ears when Dante hauled me down behind the stone pew, his body covering mine as a second concussion rattled the chapel’s windows, glass raining down somewhere close enough to sting my scalp.“Stay down,” he snarled, his pistol already drawn, sweeping toward the shattered doorway.“That was my car,” I gasped, my hands shaking against the cold stone floor. “They knew exactly which vehicle to target.”“Which means someone’s been tracking us since we left the senator’s estate,” Valeria’s voice crackled through the comm, tight with barely restrained fury. “Perimeter’s compromised. I need everyone moving, now.”Matteo was already at the side door, weapon raised, scanning the gray predawn light for any sign of a second attack. Lucian had gone st
Chapter 69“Which one of us,” I repeated, my voice barely steady. “Mama, you said ‘eliminate.’ Not expose. Not silence. Eliminate.”Elena’s hand trembled around the pistol still hanging loose at her side. “Whoever controls the Shadow Court now understands what all of you have only just pieced together tonight. Three legitimate bloodlines, three claims to that vault, standing in the same room for the first time in decades. That isn’t a coincidence anyone above us will tolerate for long.”“Then we move,” Dante said, already reaching for his comm. “Valeria, I need extraction—”“No.” Lucian’s voice cut across the chapel, sharp and sudden. “Running only delays this, Dante. It doesn’t solve anything. If three claims exist, only one can walk into that vault and end this pe
Chapter 68“What are you talking about?” Dante’s voice had gone dangerously still, the fury from moments ago freezing into something colder, more controlled. “I know exactly who our father was, Lucian. I watched him die protecting our mother. I spent twenty years avenging him.”“You avenged the man you believed he was,” Lucian said quietly. “Not the man he actually spent his life becoming before that fire ever started.”Elena’s gun had lowered entirely now, her attention fixed on the two brothers with an expression I couldn’t quite read—recognition, maybe, or dread at watching a secret she’d carried surface without her permission.“Say it plainly,” Dante demanded. “Whatever game you’re playing, Lucian, finish it.”Lucian drew a slow breath, and for the firs
Chapter 67“Mama, put it down.”My voice cracked across the chapel’s cold stone silence. Elena didn’t turn, didn’t lower the pistol trembling in her grip, her eyes fixed on Matteo with something between fury and heartbreak.“He came here to accuse me,” Elena said, her voice raw. “He walked in here and told me I orchestrated a senator’s murder, Serafina. My own son.”“I told her what I found,” Matteo said, his hands still raised, though his voice carried none of the fear his posture suggested. “The account. The payments. I gave her the chance to explain before I brought it to anyone else.”“And instead of explaining,” I said carefully, stepping closer despite Dante’s hand catching at my sleeve, “she pulled a gun on you.”“Bec
Chapter 66I pulled my arm free, putting distance between us before Dante turned around and saw exactly what expression had crossed my face. “Lucian, this isn’t the time.”“It’s never the time with you,” Lucian said, something almost bitter threading through the words, though he kept his voice low enough that Dante, already moving toward the chapel’s side entrance with Valeria’s signal in his earpiece, didn’t catch it. “That’s rather the point I’m making.”“I don’t want to hear this right now,” I said. “My brother could be inside that building confronting my mother about a murder none of us understand yet. Whatever you think you feel for me can wait.”“Can it?” Lucian fell into step beside me as I hurried after Dante, his voice dropping lower, more urgent. “Da
Chapter 65“I’m coming with you,” Lucian said, already reaching for his coat as I bolted for the door.“No,” Dante said flatly, not even turning around. “You’ve done enough tonight.”“I’ve done exactly what your wife’s brother asked me to do,” Lucian shot back, falling into step behind us regardless of the refusal. “And unlike you, Dante, I actually know which entrance to that chapel doesn’t trip Elena’s security sweep. You’ll want that information if you plan on reaching her before she disappears again.”I didn’t wait for them to finish arguing. “Both of you, in the car. Now.”The drive to the harbor chapel stretched taut with silence, broken only by Valeria’s clipped updates through the comm—no confirmed sighting of Matteo, no move



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