Serena's POV The cold sunrise breeze whipping off the bay carried the sharp, metallic tang of fresh sea salt and wet iron, stinging my chapped lips as I held the phone tight against my ear.My knuckles, bruised and crusted with dry black soot from Mateo’s forge, went bone-white around the plastic casing.The serene, golden light bathing the newly erected cantilever frame suddenly felt harsh and exposing, like a spotlight on a condemned stage."Diana," I spat, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that rasped painfully against my dry throat. "Richard’s already sitting in a federal vehicle, and your concrete trucks are impounded; give up the ghost."A low, soft laugh echoed through the receiver, smooth and chilling, like velvet sliding over broken glass."Richard was always so terribly crude, Serena," Diana murmured, her voice unhurried and dripping with quiet, toxic amusement. "He thought in terms of bulldozers, mud, and physical muscle, but he never understood how true powe
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