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The world outside Geneva burned quietly, as if the city itself was trying to hide the war crawling under its skin. Snowflakes fell through the smoke, catching on broken glass and twisted steel. The explosion at the Morreau Foundation had made the headlines, all but the truth, the bodies, the betrayal, was already buried beneath money and silence.Inside the safehouse, Raven’s reflection trembled in the windowpane. Her hair was still streaked with ash, her hands faintly shaking. She could taste the acrid bite of cordite and lies on her tongue. Behind her, Jaxon moved through the dim light like a shadow still learning how to be human again.He’d stripped out of his blood-streaked suit, trading it for black cargo and the gun he never set down. The wound on his shoulder was reopened, a dark bloom under the bandage, but he didn’t slow. Men like him didn’t bleed, they calculated.Matteo and Viktor had left an hour ago to track their remaining contacts in Zurich. Now it was just the two of t

The city breathed differently that night.A low hum of electricity vibrated through the underbelly of New York, signals, encrypted codes, and orders hidden beneath the noise of normal life. For weeks, quiet movements had replaced open warfare. Now, those movements converged.A small newsroom on the Upper East Side glowed with the dim light of a single monitor. The journalist typing inside believed she was communicating with a source named Raye Kincaid. She was absolutely clueless as to who Raye Kincaid really was. The data came in waves, offshore ledgers, shipment manifests, transaction histories spanning three continents. Evelyn Morreau’s name appeared like a curse in the fine print, buried behind shell companies and aliases, now dragged into the light.Each file uploaded triggered a ripple across the digital map: hidden accounts froze, holding companies halted, funds locked in international limbo. The leak spread through secure channels, reaching regulators, watchdogs, and eventual

The villa’s flames clawed at the night, smoke spiraling into the sky like black banners of war. The structure, once a monument to Evelyn’s meticulous control, now crumbled into chaos. Jaxon and Raven remained at the edge of the gravel drive, silhouettes against the glow of fire and ash.“She’s alive,” Jaxon muttered, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the collapsing villa. “She always survives.”Raven’s hand closed around the drive in her coat pocket. “Then we make sure this time she doesn’t.”A sharp vibration cut through the tense night air. Raven’s phone. An encrypted call flashed across the screen.“Evelyn,” she whispered.Jaxon’s eyes darkened, and he leaned closer. “Take it.”Raven swiped to answer. Evelyn’s voice slithered through the speaker, silken, smooth, yet laced with menace.“Well, well… my sons and the whore,” Evelyn purred. “Did you enjoy my little fireworks show?”Jaxon’s expression remained unreadable, his hands clenched at his sides.“I trust you realize the villa was a d