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He lifted his brows toward Isobel. She brightened, wiggling her fingers. “Ooh, that would be me.” Hayden nodded. “Exactly, and while Brick is there at your party, getting himself an air-tight alibi, then Black Crimson will be on the other side of town, throwing up his grand finale piece.” “Except how's that going to work?” Ezra asked, shaking his head. “Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.”

“Careful, Daniel. I might just add you to my collection.” Edward seized the moment, lunging toward one of the rogues. He dodged the silver wires with practiced ease, his blade slicing through the rogue’s arm in a single, fluid motion. The rogue howled in pain, collapsing to the ground. Robin’s face twisted in fury. “You’re testing my patience!” Daniel smirked, his blade poised. “Good. We’re not here to make you comfortable.” But just as Edward moved to attack the second rogue, Robin pulled a lever hidden behind the pillar. The ground beneath Edward and Daniel trembled before collapsing inward, revealing a hidden pit.

The sky over New York bled gray as the first whispers of morning slithered through the city’s alleys. But in the heart of the Blackwood estate, there was no sunrise—only smoke. Bain stood in the center of the war room, eyes locked on the tablet in Viktor’s hands. The footage was grainy, taken from one of his security drones. What remained of one of his black market hubs looked like a warzone. Bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Fire licking the bones of steel scaffolding. Blood painted across concrete.

"You’re a CEO, Robbin. You know how this works. You’re a liability. The facility is already being wiped from the hospital’s blueprints. No one knows you’re down here." Robbin looked at the obsidian drive. She had sixty seconds to choose. Robbin didn’t panic. She didn’t scream. She simply leaned against the pedestal of the Black Box and let out a short, cold laugh that echoed through the vault. "You really think I’m that girl from the treehouse, don't you, Liam?" The silence on the comms was heavy. "The timer is at forty seconds, Robbin. There’s no way out."