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Chapter 62: The Riot and the Ransom
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The Widow’s Blood Debt Chapter 78: The Vault of Secrets
POV: Silas SterlingThe high-frequency pulse didn’t just blind the hit squad; it shattered the air. In the microsecond of absolute sensory static, I didn't move like a CEO. I moved like the "Wraith" my father had trained me to be before I’d found a soul worth saving.I swept the legs of the lead mercenary before his tactical HUD could recalibrate. The crack of his knees hitting the polished concrete was the only music in the room. I didn't wait for him to groan. I stripped the sidearm from his holster, a sleek, suppressed subcompact and fired three clinical rounds into the thermal dampeners above."Willa, the service elevator!" I shouted over the sudden hiss of fire-suppressant gas. "The manual override is in the floor plate. Go!"I saw her move a blur of emerald velvet and defiance. She didn't scream. She didn't hesitate. She dove for the concealed hatch near the primary drafting table. She was an artist who had learned to live in the friction of a war zone, and tonight, that was the
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The Widow’s Blood Debt Chapter 76: The Sicilian Deposition
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