Ariella sat across from Alexander LaVey, her pulse steady, her mind sharp.
The abandoned cathedral in Rome was dimly lit, flickering candles casting long shadows over the walls. It was the kind of place where deals were made and betrayals were sealed.
She wondered why Rome. Who knows all the shitty deals the Order must have pulled through in this city. They virtually run smooth operations across various cities unhindered.
They practically have hold on the government of different cities. Little wonder they have been so impossible to eradicate. But not Ariella, she intends to see to their very end even if it's the last thing she does. For the sake of her daughter.
Leo stood beside her, a silent wall of lethal intent, his hand resting close to his weapon. Carter and Vincent flanked the exits, watching every movement in the room.
Alexander LaVey, once believed to be dead, leaned back in his chair, smiling like a man who knew too much.
