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(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Sign it, Sofia. If you don't, the street militias will be tearing the marble out of the plaza walls by midnight," Jax growled, slamming a heavy, silver-bound ledger onto the scarred wooden table. The room was a makeshift war-office inside the ruins of the Central Plaza’s administrative wing. Outside, the low hum of thousands of voices had turned into a rhythmic chant that vibrated through the floorboards."I’m not signing a death warrant for half the city, Jax! The Montague loyalists are still armed, and the moment I dissolve the Triad, there is no law to stop the vendettas," Sofia snapped. She looked down at her hands. The sapphire cracks had faded into silver-white lines that looked like lightning frozen under her skin. She felt heavier than she ever had when she was carrying the power of the Soul-Gem. This was the weight of a pen, and it was far more terrifying."The Triad died the moment you shattered that gem on the ship, Sofia. You’re just the onl

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"If you burn that cinnamon toast one more time, Nomo, I’m going to demote you to cabin boy," Sofia shouted over the roar of the Star-Jumper’s venting thrusters. She wasn't standing in a palace or a war-room; she was in the cramped, grease-stained galley of their small freighter, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The air smelled of burnt sugar and the metallic tang of deep space, a scent she had come to prefer over the cloying ozone of the Capital."It’s not burnt, it’s 'caramelized' by atmospheric friction! This is high-velocity cooking, Sofia!" Nomo yelled back from the cockpit, his laughter echoing through the ship’s vents. There was no terror in his voice anymore, no jagged edge of survival. It was the sound of a man who finally had enough air in his lungs to breathe.Sofia looked down at her hands as she scraped the charred edges of the bread into the recycler. The silver scars were still there, faint traceries that looked like fine jewelry under