Ariella's breath trembled. "I made my choice tonight."
Leo's eyes fixed on her. "And?"
Ariella took a deep breath. "We don't just infiltrate them."
She looked at each of them, determination burning within her. "We eliminate them. Every single one."
Leo's lips formed a dangerous smile. "Then let's get started."
The war wasn't on its way. It was already here.
And Ariella Devereux was at the forefront.
Ariella stood in the dimly lit war room, her hands pressed against the sleek wooden table as she stared at the surveillance photos spread before her. She pondered how smoothly and swiftly the Order carried out its operations.
Leo, Carter, and Vincent stood at her sides, each of them dangerously silent as they processed the reality of the situation.
The Order hadn't just been watching them.
They had been watching Eleanor, her daughter.
Ariella's jaw clenched, her fingers curling into fists. "They've crossed a line," she murmured.
