The waves crashed violently against the cliffs below Marchesi's ruined estate, the scent of salt and blood lingering in the night air.
Ariella stood over Marchesi's lifeless body, her gun still warm in her hand.
For the first time in a long time—
There was silence.
No more threats.
No more battles to plan.
The last true remnant of the Order of the Black Key was gone.
She should have felt victorious.
But all she could think was—
Whatnow?
The Aftermath of Marchesi's Fall
Leo stepped beside her, his gaze sharp, unwavering. "We need to move. His men will figure out what happened soon."
Ariella exhaled, sliding her gun back into its holster. "Then let's burn what's left."
Carter gave her a nod before setting explosive charges throughout the compound. Vincent, ever the showman, took his time lighting a cigarette before tossing it onto the pool of gasoline spreading across the floor.
Flames erupted instantly.
