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*Aria’s POV*I stood in the doorway of the nursery for a long time, just watching Adrian sleep. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his small hand curled around the edge of the blanket. He was oblivious to the bullets that had flown over our heads just hours ago, unaware that his father had almost bled out on a mountainside.I walked over and gently kissed his forehead. He smelled of baby powder and safety."Sleep tight, my love," I whispered.I stepped back, closing the door softly. I leaned my head against the wood frame for a moment, exhaling a shaky breath. The adrenaline crash was hitting me hard, making my limbs feel heavy and my mind fog.I needed to check on Lucian.I walked downstairs. The house was quiet again, the frantic energy of our return replaced by a grim, focused silence. I followed the low murmur of voices to the study.Lucian was sitting on the edge of the desk, his shirt removed, while the estate doctor stitched the graze on his arm. Damian was there, too.

*Aria’s POV*The days following the warehouse raid were defined by a tense, jittery silence. The estate felt less like a home and more like a besieged castle. Armed guards stood at every junction, and the windows remained shuttered, blocking out the sun.Lucian was consumed by the hunt. He spent hours in the war room, interrogating associates, reviewing the meager intel recovered from the Bronx, and trying to piece together the ghostly identity of ‘Il Pecatore’. The frustration was eating him alive. He was snapping at the staff, his patience worn thin by the throbbing in his arm and the fear for his son.I found him in the study on Thursday evening, his head in his hands, a pile of dossiers spread across the desk."Nothing," he muttered as I walked in. "We turned the city upside down. No one knows who he is. It’s like he materialized out of thin air.""He's human, Lucian," I said, rubbing his shoulders. "He makes mistakes.""Not yet," Lucian grumbled. "And the security logs... they st

*Aria’s POV*The convoy disappeared into the night, taillights swallowed by the darkness of the private road. I stood on the steps, hugging my coat tight against the sudden chill. The house felt too big, too quiet with Lucian gone."Aria."I turned. Damian stood in the doorway, the warm light from the foyer spilling out around him. He wasn't in tactical gear; he was still wearing his suit, holding his tablet. He hadn't left for the tactical van yet."You should go inside," he said gently. "It’s freezing.""I'm just... I'm worried," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly."I know," Damian said, stepping out to stand beside me. He looked out at the darkness where the cars had vanished. "But he has Rylan, Nikolai, and the full weight of the Drakov security apparatus. And he has the element of surprise. ‘Il Pecatore’ won't know what hit him."He placed a hand on my shoulder. "I need to head to the mobile command unit near the perimeter. I have to monitor the uplink for the airfield camer