Ariella stood by the large window of the safehouse, gazing at the twinkling city lights far away. Silas Vaughn had given her a week to decide—join him or face destruction.
A smirk appeared on her face.
He had misjudged her.
Leo interrupted her thoughts. "You're overthinking it."
She looked at him. "I'm thinking just right."
Leo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression serious. "Silas isn't someone to mess with."
Ariella raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm messing with him?"
Leo sighed. "He's a man who means what he says."
Ariella took a step closer. "That's why we will have to eliminate him first."
Leo considered her words for a moment before agreeing. "Then we need a strategy."
Silas Vaughn believed he was playing chess.
But Ariella?
She was about to flip the whole damn board.
Carter, Vincent, and Ariella's father gathered around the table, with maps and intelligence reports spread out.
