(Alexander’s POV)The mansion was quiet, but the silence felt heavier than any battle cry. I moved through the halls, boots soft on the marble floors, every sense alert. The remnants of the last assault still lingered — scorch marks on the walls, shattered glass along the corridor, the faint, metallic scent of blood still hanging in the air.Isabella was tending to the smaller injuries, her hands steady, her face set in a determined expression that I admired, yet feared for. Every time I saw her calm, composed, despite the chaos, I felt the weight of responsibility press harder against my chest. She had survived this night, yes, but the threats weren’t finished. Not by a long shot.I leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly, letting my mind process the events. Viktor’s death had sent ripples far beyond what anyone could predict. His men scattered, seeking allies, hiding, plotting. And now, every step we took would be watched, every move analyzed, every weakness exploited.I needed a p
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