The fires had dimmed, but the city reeked of gunpowder, smoke, and death.Damian stood in the ruined square, Isabella’s lifeless body lying several feet away, covered in a black sheet. Wolves moved through the wreckage like shadows, gathering weapons, tending to the wounded, pulling bodies from the flames. The fountain gurgled weakly, water now dark red, the echo of her final fall still clinging to the night.Adriana approached him slowly, blood smeared down her arm, hair tangled, face streaked with soot and fury. Her eyes met his—sharp, searching.“You went after her,” she said quietly.“I had to end it,” he replied. His voice was low, controlled, but there was something in it—a dangerous stillness.“She wanted you to,” Adriana shot back, stepping closer. “She drew you out. You left the square and half my unit almost died holding the line.”He flinched, just barely. The truth of her words hit harder than any blade.For a moment, neither of them spoke. Around them, Wolves carried the
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