The warning sirens outside finally died out.Vivienne lifted her finger and swiped across the command interface.One motion.The connection was cut.Clean. One-way. Absolute.A kill directive spilled through the remaining military network beneath Manhattan, locking onto every mercenary carrying fragments of the Mother Core.Outside the armored walls, chaos, betrayal, and slaughter were reduced to silence—shut out as if they had never existed.Inside the shattered penthouse bedroom, everything went still.Too still.Cold air and white tea scent were compressed into something dense, almost suffocating.Static electricity flickered faintly across the debris-strewn floor.Alexander hadn’t moved.Not really.He was still wrapped around her waist like something refusing to understand distance.His breath brushed her ear—hot, uneven, dangerous.Every exhale carried a pressure that didn’t belong in a human room.His arms tightened slightly, instinctively, as if her body was the only stable st
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