Semua Bab Black Roses For A Killer Wife : Bab 21 - Bab 24

The solar was a sanctuary of glass and silence, perched so high that the clouds drifted past the windows like the spirits of the damned. Viktor stood by the mahogany map table, his hands behind his back. He didn't look like a dying man or a defeated villain. He looked like a father proud of a daughter who had finally learned to kill him. "You think the betrayal was the fake death in the library," Viktor began, his voice a smooth, terrifying cello. "Or the ledger. Or even your parents." Sloane kept her weapon leveled at his heart. "Stop talking, Viktor. No more stories. No more lessons." "But this is the most important lesson of all, Sloane. The lesson of the 'Variable'." He looked at Julian, who was standing slightly behind Sloane, his hand resting on the hilt of his tactical knife. "Why Julian? Out of all the orphans, all the soldiers, all the men who wanted you... Why did I choose a 'stray dog' to be your husband?" Julian’s jaw tightened. "Because you knew I’d do anything for

Sloane knelt in the snow, her white tactical gear tattered and stained with the grey ash of the Schloss von Dorn. The silence was absolute, save for the distant, echoing groans of the mountain settling over the grave of the fortress. Beep. Beep. Beep. The signal on her wrist-mounted comms was faint, pulsing with a rhythmic persistence that mirrored a fading heartbeat. It was Julian’s emergency beacon—the one he’d sworn was destroyed when the Gorgon took him. "Julian," she whispered, her voice cracking. She began to run, not with the grace of the Black Rose, but with the desperation of a woman who had just realized that her hatred was no match for her grief. She scrambled down the jagged slope, her fingers bleeding as she clawed through the icy scree. She found him three hundred yards below the castle’s footprint. He was half-buried in a drift of snow and pulverized stone. A massive slab of marble—part of the grand hall’s ceiling—lay inches from his head. He looked like a br