All Chapters of His Queen of Chaos : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

ZariahFor a moment, I thought Richard had lost his mind.An underground train beneath the city sounded impossible, but then again, everything about tonight had been impossible. A dead brother had returned, my sister had appeared out of the woods, my mother had called from somewhere I still didn’t know, and the government was outside demanding that someone hand me over like property. Compared to all of that, a secret train built beneath Atlanta barely felt like the strangest part.Darius stared at Richard like he was trying to decide whether to laugh or curse. “You built an underground transport tunnel under the city and never thought to mention that earlier?” His voice carried disbelief, but his hands were already moving over the blueprint, searching for the hidden route Amara had pointed out.Richard didn’t look offended. If anything, he looked tired. “The fewer people who knew about it, the longer it stayed useful.” His gaze shifted toward the monitors showing the military units su

ZariahThe first gunshot echoed through the underground station like thunder.Instinct took over before my mind could catch up.Malik grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the open train as bullets ricocheted off the steel platform, sending sparks into the air. The sharp smell of gunpowder mixed with the cold scent of metal and oil, and suddenly the quiet station transformed into another battlefield.“Move!” Darius shouted.His rifle barked several times in rapid succession as he dropped behind one of the concrete support columns. Gabriel immediately joined him, firing controlled bursts that forced Adrian’s soldiers to scatter for cover behind maintenance equipment lining the opposite platform.The train doors remained open.Waiting.Almost expectantly.It felt as though the machine had been sitting beneath Atlanta for decades, knowing this exact moment would eventually arrive.Another burst of g

Zariah No one reached for the envelope. It rested inside the hidden drawer as though it had been waiting patiently for years, untouched by time, dust, or regret. My mother’s handwriting covered the front in graceful black ink. For Malik and Zariah. I traced the letters with my eyes, afraid that if I blinked, they would disappear. She had written this long before tonight. Long before the funeral. Long before my father’s murder. Long before I ever knew Genesis existed. She had known this day would come. “I can’t.” The words escaped before I realized I had spoken. My hands trembled at my sides. “I don’t think I can read it.” Malik looked at me. His own eyes were still shadowed by everything that had happened with Richard. He had just lost his father again, yet some