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Chapter Fifty-Two : Scorched Earth

作者: Zainab
last update 公開日: 2025-11-19 21:17:24

(Alessandro’s POV)

The word left her lips, quiet and final. "Do it. Burn him."

It was not a plea for vengeance. It was a command. In that moment, in the dusty, subterranean safe house, surrounded by glowing monitors, the last vestiges of the frightened art restorer I had taken from that gallery vanished completely. In her place stood a queen, her face a mask of cold, righteous fury, ready to set the world on fire.

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