The mafia’s captive
From the sky, the waters glistened like obsidian, hiding the ruined monastery that sank centuries ago during a battle against an earlier cult.
The Brotherhood’s tech teams, still loyal soldiers, secured the outer perimeter while Seraphina and Malthea led the magical preparations.
Vulture glanced around. “You know… there was a time all we worried about was police, rival mafias, and the damn FBI. Now we’re dealing with underwater curses.”
Petrov chuckled. “Evolution.”
“Insanity,” Sokolov added, lighting a cigar.
As they reached the cliffside, Bain took Cassie’s hand. Elias stood behind them, holding Cassian’s shoulder, while Malthea carried Aragorn in a warded sling.
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