Lucien's POV The marble steps behind the palace were slick with the evening rain and I kept my hand firmly on Alessia’s elbow as we hurried down into the darkness of the sculpture garden, the sound of the lobby sirens still wailing behind us while the distant flicker of Matteo’s headlights showed he was waiting at the lower access gate. We were moving fast through the rows of statues and heavy hedges when the soft crunch of gravel behind us warned me that we weren't as hidden as we had hoped, and before I could even pivot to check our rear flank two men in charcoal suits stepped out from behind a large stone fountain with their hands already reaching for the fixed-blade knives strapped to their ribs."Alessia, keep running toward the van and don't stop for anything even if you hear the metal hitting stone, because these aren't lobby guards and they are definitely from the Intercept Global strike team that Alberto hired," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rush of the wind
Last Updated : 2026-07-14
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