Novel & Cerita Eleonora's Pole Blade Location

"The security footage! Get me all the security footage from around the manor, now!" Elio's voice was sharp with a nameless panic. He couldn't bear the feeling of his absolute control being torn apart. Eleonora had vanished like a drop of rain into the night, right under the noses of the entire Carbone family. Soon, one of his soldati bypassed the encrypted feeds and brought up the footage. In the flickering light of the security feed, Eleonora didn't head for the front gates or the back exits. Instead, dressed in simple clothes, she walked alone into the indoor pool room. She stood by the edge, staring at the water for a long moment, before diving in.

The heavy iron broadsword cut through the thick woodsmoke in a vertical arc aimed directly at Elena’s neck. Elena dropped low, utilizing her high-ranking agility to slide across the grease-slicked granite floorboards. The whistling steel missed her shoulder by a mere millimeter, embedding itself deep into the stone pillar behind her with gray sparks. Before Devon could wrench the weapon free, Elena drove her palm upward, releasing a sharp pulse of light that struck him squarely in the chest.

“Roman doesn’t matter here. Only you. Only this.” Her other hand slipped into her gown’s hidden slit, fingers brushing the cool hilt of the dagger strapped against her thigh. The weapon slid free with a whisper, glinting in the sliver of moonlight. Elena leaned in closer, her lips brushing Harrow’s ear. “You should’ve been smarter, councilman. You should’ve stayed in the crowd, where men like you can hide. But here…” She pressed the blade against his side, just under the ribs. “Here, there’s nowhere to run.”

Keep it all moving and maybe it won’t fall. They moved. Quiet, quick, a dance through shadows. Elena’s breath stayed slow because panic makes fingers clumsy and clumsy gets you dead. She slid the first crate onto a dolly with the ease of someone who’d been taught how to move weight more dangerous than it looks. The biker took the handle. She went ahead and cut a line with a pocket blade she wasn’t supposed to have, looping it where a foot would catch if anyone followed too fast. Halfway to the dock a flashlight snapped on inside. A voice: “Where the hell did the—” Another voice: “Check the yard.”

Tonight's rescue was like blowing the whistle. If the Moranos wondered about how Elena stayed out of their reach all this time, now they'd be sure she had a powerful person protecting her. The battle was officially on.

Victoria’s voice turned smooth. “Power is not taken directly, my dear. It is redirected.” Sophia understood instantly. “No,” she whispered. “That’s too risky.” “Not if someone else is blamed.” The word hung in the air. Unspoken. But clear. Elena. Sophia felt her pulse quicken. “She lives near the east wing,” Victoria continued calmly. “Doesn’t she?” “Yes.” “Good.” Sophia walked toward the window overlooking the estate grounds. “This will draw attention,” she said quietly.

It was as good a place as any for now. When I came back into the room, Elena was wielding a sword. It was one that required two hands to handle, but she didn’t seem to have any problems keeping it upright. “You want that one?” I asked as I opened the second chest. She peeked inside, then set the sword on the bed. “It’s a contender.”

Glass lay shattered across the floor like remnants of a past that had refused to die quietly. And there, at the center— The Atuabo Relay Mark I. Ancient. Silent. Or so it should have been. Elena approached first, her steps cautious. “Something’s different,” she said. Killian moved beside her. “The dials,” she pointed. “They’re not at zero.” He leaned closer. They weren’t. “They’ve been calibrated,” Elena continued, tracing the positions with her eyes. “Coordinates.” “Of what?” Her breath caught. “Atuabo II.”

“This is not the appropriate place for us to meet. This is the most deadly..." “Snap it out!” Elora gave a warning and got to her feet. "I have to murder her tonight so she will not be able to spill anything at all because we can not disclose this," she said, bending down to pick up the blade, only to find it missing from the room. "It is not here anymore, but I kept it here. What should I call it? Does it have wings, or did it just disappear?” The Beta faced her. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Cross-reference it with shell companies, trusts, any entity that might connect to Elena Blake." We wait in tense silence. Then Hayes looks up. "Got it. 247 Maple Street, Woodstock, Vermont. Purchased eighteen months ago by a trust called EB Holdings. The trustee is listed as a law firm in Burlington." "That's it. That's where she is." Elara's voice is certain. "247 Maple Street was our grandmother's house. Elena's hiding there." I look at the clock. "Four-hour drive if we leave now." "We?" Marcus speaks up. "You're taking me with you?"