THE KEY THAT WASN'T ENOUGHVIVIAN.The drive to Dante's mansion felt longer than it actually was.I kept both hands on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the empty road ahead, while the weight of Nico's keys sat in my jacket pocket like a stone. Not heavy in the physical sense. Heavy in the way things are heavy when they mean something you can't take back. This was it. Years of blood, lies, missions, and waiting had all been building toward tonight.I parked two streets away, killed the engine, and sat in the dark for exactly ten seconds. Then I got out. The mansion was almost eerily quiet without Dante and Sofia home. The place felt different — less alive, like a house holding its breath. The remaining guards followed their usual patrol routes exactly as I had memorized them over the last three months.Left corner. East gate. Rotate every ninety seconds.I counted under my breath. "Eighty-eight... eighty-nine... ninety."The guard turned. I moved.I slipped through the blind spot, vau
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