“Don’t say it unless you mean it.”Solene’s voice cut through the silence like a blade sharp, raw, final.Lucien stood across the hotel suite, blood drying on his jaw, his jacket still reeking of smoke and gunpowder. He’d just said it.The word she never expected.“Fiancée.”LOCATION: NEW EDEN – UNMARKED LUXURY SUITETIME: 10:14 a.m.Lucien didn’t blink. “I meant it.”Solene laughed once. It wasn’t pretty. “You mean it like a body means rigor mortis. Too late to matter.”She stalked to the window, gripping the glass with white knuckles. “So what now? You parade me around as your shield? Put a ring on me and dare the boy to pull the trigger?”Lucien: “Exactly.”CUT TO: LUXURY SUITE – BEDROOMLucien followed. Slowly. The space between them snapped with something unsaid grief, heat, need.Lucien: “The Romano deal's collapsing. Bianca’s talking again. Angelo’s bleeding loyalty out his throat and the child’s name is spreading through backchannels like fire.”Solene (turning): “And your sol
“Did you ever love me?” Solene’s question hung in the haze of smoke and blood.Lucien’s heartbeat thundered beneath his vest. He didn’t answer, couldn’t. Instead, he kissed her, hard and raw, like it was their last gasp of air.INFILTRATION HALLWAY – 3:22 a.m.Solene, pistol still warm, as Lucien closes the gap, his hand steady on the weapon he dropped.Solene’s voice trembled. “If you did say it.”Lucien murmured against her lips. “I’m still here.”They stood, breath mingling, smoke swirling like ghosts. But Lucien’s eyes flicked to the detonator he dropped now silent. Gunfire echoed in the compound’s depths. The child he’d vanished. And the kill-switch? Still active.A burst of gunfire rattles the corridor’s steel doors. The compound’s power shudders, then blinks lights flicker. They move as one.Lucien whispers: “Security’s collapsing.”Solene nods, voice low: “Then we split.”She heads deeper into the compound; he goes left toward the child’s voice echoing in the network, signs of
LOCATION: ANGELO’S COMPOUND – PERIMETER TUNNELSTIME: 2:07 a.m.The tunnel was dark.Darker than memory. Darker than the guilt Solene couldn’t kill with knives or sex or names no one used anymore.Lucien’s breath rasped behind her. Close. Protective. Tense.They were twenty feet from the gate.Twelve inches from a legacy they couldn’t walk away from again.“Third sensor’s fried,” she whispered, checking the trip wire. “We go in silent.”Lucien’s hand caught her wrist before she moved.“You sure you want to be her tonight?”Solene turned.> “I already am.”He pulled her into him.Hard.No armor. No warning.SHADOWED ROOM – MOMENTS LATERThey kissed like countdowns.Solene pushed him against the wall, tore open his tactical vest. Her teeth grazed his jaw. Her nails bit through his shirt.Lucien flipped her fast hands sliding down to her thigh holster, pushing the gun aside just to get to her skin.> “We could die tonight,” he rasped.She pulled him down with her.> “Then die inside me.”
LOCATION: NEW EDEN SOUTHWEST TERRITORY BORDERTIME: 9:13 a.m.The rain had stopped, but the blood hadn’t.Solene moved through the underground checkpoint, hair damp, boots slick with soot. The child had been spotted crossing Sector 9’s smuggler lanesalone, fast, bleeding from somewhere.She didn’t ask Lucien to come this time.He came anyway.They walked in silence until they reached the gates.Then he asked, “Do you think he’s still human?”Solene didn’t look at him.> “No,” she said. “But I still am. And that’s the part that hurts.”FLASHBACK – YEARS AGO – SOLENE AS A CHILDAge ten. Small hands. Big knife.She was told to kill the girl who’d stolen from the vault.They locked them in a room. No exit.The girl cried.Solene didn’t.> “If you don’t kill her,” the voice said through the speaker, “you’ll both starve.”Three days later, Solene walked out.The girl didn’t.BACK TO PRESENTLucien saw it in her eyes.That memory.That ghost.“You’re not that girl anymore,” he said.Solene l
LOCATION: BACK ALLEY, NEW EDEN LOWER BLOCKTIME: 4:54 a.m.The body slumped in the alley was still warm.Lucien crouched beside it. Gloved hand over the pulse point. Nothing.Another ex-syndicate courier.Third one in two days.All of them had something in common:They once reported to Rafael.And now?Their throats were slit with surgical precision.Too clean for chaos. Too sharp for chance.A message.Solene stepped beside him.“No blood spray,” she murmured. “Means whoever did it cleaned them after.”Lucien looked up at her.> “That boy is ten years old, Solene.”She met his gaze. Unblinking.> “So was I. The first time they made me kill something.”LOCATION SHIFT – SAFEHOUSE – LATERThey stood in front of the fireplace.Not speaking.Lucien poured whiskey. Poured another. Tossed the second one back.“You still think he’s worth saving?” he asked.Solene didn’t answer right away.Instead, she reached for his belt.His hand stopped hers.Firm. Sharp.“I’m not asking for sex,” he said
LOCATION: BIANCA'S SAFEHOUSE – INNER COURTYARDTIME: 2:16 a.m.Rain fell like a memory sharp, relentless, unwelcome.Solene walked into the courtyard dressed in blood-red silk and silent intent. No armor. No backup. No Lucien.She’d left him on purpose.Because this was war, not rescue. And what stood between her and the child wasn’t an army.It was Bianca.She waited beneath the stone archway, blonde hair coiled like a crown, wine glass balanced in one manicured hand. The storm didn’t touch her.“You came,” she said, smiling.Solene didn’t stop walking.“I’m not here for you.”“No,” Bianca replied. “You’re here for the boy who doesn’t know what you are yet.”LOCATION SHIFT – SAFEHOUSE INTERIOR – BIANCA’S CHAMBERThe room smelled like lavender and something sweeter lies made to taste like intimacy.Bianca poured two glasses. Offered one.Solene didn’t take it.“I’m not drinking poison.”Bianca laughed, light and cold. “I don’t waste poison on women who poison themselves.”Then: “He’s